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