hidden in the attic,
all the way upstairs,
is something very special,
that i would like to share.

my hopes,
my dreams,
old photographs,
of both good and bad times that make me laugh.

the joy of a hug,
the thrill of a kiss,
leaves me to remember the pure, simple bliss.

i cry for the fun,
and giggle for the pain.
i enjoyed the good life i was able to maintain.

the thoughts and wishes,
they stay with me,
all these contained in my book,
of memories.