nearly another month has passed carnt believe were nearly half way through the year.... found this poem while on the net and really like it.... and because its world scrapbooking day tomorrow thought it would be nice to share..........
strangers in the box
come,look with me inside this drawer.
in this box,ive often seen.
at the pictures,black and white.
faces proud still serene,
i wish i new these people,
these strangers in the box,
their names and all there memories
are lost among my socks,
i wonder what ther lives were like,
how did they spend there days,
what about there special times,
i"ll never know ther ways,
if only someone had taken time
to tell who, what, where and when,
these faces of my heritage
would come to life again,
could this become the fate
of the pictures we take today?
the faces and the memories
some day will pass away,
make time to save your stories,
seize the opportunity when it knocks,
or someday you and yours could be
the strangers in the box

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