My Photo Album

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.
If this is true, how many millions must I be holding
when I hold you in my hands?
Covered in canvas of strawberry milk,
I can exquisitely taste so many memories.
It sits on its throne-top shelf of my bookcase.
Always on display, always safe in my sight.
If its location wanders from my knowledge,
I fear all the memories would disappear.
I fear that every feeling and emotion in the picture
will be misunderstood.

Flick through pages and pages of glossy print.
In every picture,
A round, smiling face with crazed flame red hair is smiling.
Knee high on everybody else.
What words are spoken as the camera clicks?
What feelings are felt as the photos are developed?
It’s amazing, I think.
How something can be so special to me, `
yet so indifferent to someone else.