The Scrapbook

The Scrapbook

Years have passed since you were here

my kids are nearing grown

Yet, there are many times I envision

a time you were not gone

I watch my children wrestle and play

rekindling past days I miss

For a moment time stops in my mind

As I begin to reminisce

Snapshots and movies on film begin

as if the present turns blind

While the past broadcast on tapestry

Fast-forward, play…rewind

Moving through these virtual images

Which cover your span of life

I enlarge the pictures of good times

and reduce those of strife

I cut and paste pictures from the past

and move you into present day

As I imagine actions you would take

or what you might say

It gives me joy, peace and comfort

often accompanied by a tear

But as I cling on to my scrapbook

I always have you here.

Stephen T. Boan

April 16, 2005

Dedication to my brother

Thomas Levern Boan Jr.

6/1/62 to 9/22/05