The Scrapbook

​From the scrap book 

Of gone years

She picks some moments

Which she calls life

And recreat  them in her mind

Whenever she gets time

Small moments from 

Random years

And makes them big 

So big…

That all her present

Disappears in its

Beautiful angelic shine

With a broad smile

She enjoys

That moment 

Which she relives

So many times

And

She calls it

Glimpses of her life!