A chain, my chain

My ever-growing chain that holds what I cherish,
that keeps and treasures my love and my heart.
Many upon many, time after time,
from beyond me till my present,
only mine and only theirs.

Filled with the past, only of that,
a wedding, a birth and another...
Colours and white, with ebony black,
snapshots beside memoirs,
emotions. My life, their lives...

My visual diary, fifteen years running,
and my father's - quite a long one,
my mother's, in the distance,
yet always they are there, and never gone,
though fades, both fades, memories.

A tree, a house, a mountainous range,
they are all in there, somewhere,
reflecting and shimmering in light,
me and my family, what I cherish,
my every-growing chain, photos.