Time Line Poem by Nicole GravellPellerino

Flicking through the pages,
still images paint portraits in my head,
and poetic words bring back forgotten memories
They lay on mottled paper;
I stare in wonder of what once was,
there lay memories,
of lost love,
Found friends,
And a loving family
digging up questions never answered,
where are they now,
What are they doing,
do they even remember my face,
Or even my name?
Or am I just some ancient relic
In the museum of their minds,
one thing's for certain,
my memories of all that was or is, are here,
in the time line of life.