I have the picture, the imprint is upon my mind.

Images I can recall anyplace, anytime.

Precious, timeless, the desire is all it takes,

To think back and live over again,

Another time, another place.

However, joyous that image may be,

There's a note of sadness when I realize,

It's just a memory.

But, at that same moment,

I feel a warmth inside.

A warmth that comes from the glow,

Of that memory and knowing it's with me,

For the rest of my life.

(1990 Editor's Choice Award)
 

© February 1989 -Library of Congress