My Why

My Why

Children sitting in a row,
Carefully turning pages,
Of scrapbooks I have made.

Precisely designed arrangements
The photos of our yesterdays,
The stories from their pasts.

Off of the memory cards,
And out of the dusty boxes,
Photos hide between the pages,

I see them studying faces,
And I remember for them
Times before their memories start,

When my life gets too busy,
And I don't take the time to create,
Where will their stories live?

In boxes or on the camera,
Instead their precious albums.
Who will remind my children.

As I watch them reminisce,
Over the stories in my head,
I understand.  This is my why.

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