Searching through the albums,
 Photos just of you;
No matter just a finger
I want that shown too.

Blurred and out of focus,
A half of head it's you;
 No matter what the experts say
 I want it, it is you.

A Foot or just a finger,
A Nose that's all outlined,
A body's blurred encounter,
 I want it, it was thine.

For photos may be physical,
But memories linger on;
And the dream of them is spiritual,
To linger on and on.

             © Helen Catherine Cramer
          January, 1985.