"Photo Albums"

You, you’ve got cities in your blood,
And highways for veins,
Oh, I can see far off distant places,
In your eyes,

And your grandmother,
She was gracious to give you,
Looks from her prime, and eyes,
Of bright blue

Pictures of children on slides,
In City parks in spring,
And old homes in Canadian hills,
Where your family once stayed

Your mother made a happy child,
With blue eyes of her own.
Such a curious spirit then,
Before her years caught up.

Finally, there you are,
Framed against an ocean sunset,
In photos of the San Diego,
Shoreline from summers old.

You said to me once,
that you've got a box,
you fill with memories.
But it's empty.

Photo albums, and memory boxes,
can be filled with pictures,
and trinkets to reminisce.
But memories, are kept in your heart.