Dad picked up this cheap photo album at Winners.
Brought it home, looked at it as he sipped whiskey and rye.
Felt empty with all the hollow wallets for 500 pictures of memories.
Then his imagination became ripe with pictures happy sad and wry.
Album sat in his study lonely with no memories just hollow wallets.
Sensing his loneliness and the coldness of that album of emptiness.
I began filling it with old pictures of family and friends, not many as dad was a hermit.
Romance then filled the air as Dad and his new girlfriend were in reverie and carelessness.
Pictures taken 100 times of walks by beach, rising sun, playing children.
Filling album everyday with pretty faces, pretty scenes.
Album still cold and lonely although only one empty wallet remains.
Dad found a picture of his departed mother with that glorious smile and all was fine.
Next day Dad put his mother’s picture in last wallet.
Album now complete.
Dad no longer a hermit.
Album had cheery smile and a fine tune it beat.
