Photographic Memory Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Helicopter shadows flying across mountains, filled with pine trees and rocks.
Watching out windows of my imagination, seeing everything focus onto backs of my mind where screens reside, holding on to my photographic memory.
A talent, a gift from above, I treasure it greatly, it is simply beautiful and I enjoy it more fully every day I have it.
It's an extraordinary feat, and always at my beck and call when I hear music, melodies, nature and images hiding in my mind.