To sit and sift through pictures,

each its own clear memory,

to laugh over one,

cry for another;

Beloved faces gone till eternity.

To recall long past birthdays,

painful, without rejoicing.

from one year to another

a quiet, gentle turning,

far better to leave those in Memory.

To walk through the rooms,

in which one grew up.

Remembering the good,

pushing behind the bad,

so little remains - sad but true.

The new things stick out,

they don't belong.

I don't know you
but I see your face, in black and white
and brown and grey
and yellowed paper,
torn, frayed
I don't know your name
But your pen has etched words between pages,
half-read, half-wondered,
smoothly curlicued
Hello there!
and Muskaka Avenue

I don't know you,
but there are weddings, deaths
communion, baptism,
flowers

I don't know your name
but there's someone smiling
up from brittle pages,
and a tiny television set, brand new
and black and white,

I’ve been thinking and isn’t it funny how the preteens/teens on apricotpie have odd pictures. I really like odd pictures to but I’m not creative enough to think of some that haven’t already been thought of! lol.
Here are a few users who have odd pictures: Tamerah, Moira, Anna [who has the one of her blowing a bubble and then her in her room it appears on a skate board in a cluttered room with a electric guitar] and Mathew’s is just plain silly [I actually like it] but I’m sure there are more I don’t know about.