Scrapbooks

I looked through old albums
after she was gone
There were so many to sort!

An enormous journey
through paper and keepsakes
A memoir of ephemera
full to bursting from within

It was the few empty pages
that followed in some that got to me,
labors of love, reminiscences
yet to be cherished

As it turned out, I didn’t mind the task
The archaeology of a mother’s time
and the stories it told
It was really no trouble at all