I look at the faces
In this box I've often seen
At all the pictures, black and white
Faces that are proud and serene.
If someone had taken the time
To tell who,what, where, and when,
These faces of my heritage
Would have come to life again.
Take time to save your stories,
Seize every opportunity, when it knocks
Or someday, you and yours
May become strangers in a box.
~~Author Anonymous ~~
