Moment Of Memories Poem by Khloe Chace

When you first get any yearbook,

It feels so modern and fresh,

You never would think that it would be aged and tattered

In the many years to come, when they really matter.

You can look through them,

Thinking that they are fantastic.

Laughing at funny pictures of people from your school.

Saying: "I remember that".

You look through them with your friends and laugh

At some inside jokes that are in the yearbook.

When you first get it,

We all know we do, but we look immediately to the index,

For our names and the pages we are on.

In those years, you remember all the people.

And what sports you did and who else was in them.

Who had the best mile time in the school?

Who were the most popular people in school?

What music or styles were "in"?

You make think they are amazing then,

But you won't know the purpose of them for about 10 or 20 years.

They are like instant school reunions.

When you are old and have a busy life,

You look through your dusty tattered yearbooks from middle or high school.

You rarely recognize people.

You haven't seen them in years, except for a few.

You look into the index and look for the pages you are on.

It feels like the day you first got the yearbook.

Your heart lifts and you can stop looking though,

You question who those people were with you in that photo.

You gag at you mug shot,

But its nice you look how much you changed.

The style have changed,

So you laugh at the styles then.

"Did I really listen to that? "

"Did I really wear that and not be embarrassed? "

This is the ode to yearbooks,

Because they are memory's treasure boxes.

It may just be pages of nonsense according to you,

But yearbooks are my most prized possessions ever.

This is the real purpose of yearbooks.