IN MY ALBUM

I woke up as an adolescent,
I never thought much about cents,for my senses where more,opposite gender related.
I went to sleep and awoke an adult memories visit me daily,
The weight of the present presses me back to the past repeatedly.
I smile and walk on hoping for better days to come,
I broaden my smile when I open the family album,

I see my sisters,paused in cheeky positions missing teeth and old school clothes,
I see my brothers,funny hairstyles that invite birds,
I see my father,in political trailers fire in his eyes,
I see mother,love in eyes and a patient face of responsibility working together.

In between the pages,dots of me exist,
I find it hard to believe I was that young and playful.

The album,slowly turns serious as my nieces and nephews appear,
I realise life gets to this point eventually,I force a smile of acceptance.
Uncles and aunts come to my recognition too,I wonder where they went to?

From this point on no picture of me,
It is like I stopped loving the camera.

Then comes the tearing images,of the departed ones,
Father...we miss you.
Brother...I miss you.
Sister...we miss you.
Nephew...I miss you.
The angels of fate interrupt my memory time,
Saying to me,"this is mankinds ultimate destination."

I back page to the first picture of me as a child,
And actually wish I was a baby once more,
In mothers womb.
I never saw that photo of her and me as one.
Would I take in the words of the angels',if I did?

I take a digital passport photo,
Emotionless face,
Too bad it wont end up in the family album,
Its mine to walk around with for public display.
Call it ridicule,to those who will never know what my thoughts were when I paused for it.

My album is closed.

M.O.O aka Carswell the photophobic relative.