Which single Picture should I share?

Lets look for the old pictures toward my love I face.

Lets get out our collection there in that place.

Lets go to the storage, my Teri walked harried.

Lets bring back those memories, so many, so varied.

We open the flap of a brown box so worn.

We see what we find, what earlier was thrown.

We look at what we gathered as our life went.

We see some in envelopes, some lose, some bent.

You frown when you see pictures, paled with age.

You feel your heart, for loved ones lost, sob in rage.

You laugh as a funny picture appears in your hand.

You hug Teri softly seeing your young family band.

Oh tis a feeling, younger me seems so strange.

Oh tis a mess, pictures, there hard to arrange.

Oh tis a desire, writing to my hearts ring.

Oh tis a joy, when loves feeling, words bring.

When the finest of all appears in my grasp.

When the gentlest of feeling I hold like a clasp.

When a theme appears with their keen looking faces.

When pictures pear out like picket fence spaces.

Which one should I choose to tell a fond tale?

Which found memory will make the other poems pale?

Which photo from many, should I chose from?

Which photo will tell me, that this is a plum?

Then I know!! I’ll stop my mental blither.

Then I know!! I’ll share fun times and not dither.

Then I know!! I’ll show times with color and flare.

Then I know!! I’ll have MANY pictures to share.

Roland James February 2001