It is dark as a pitch black room,
Although as colourful as a rainbow.
The size of a small pencil case,
Although as rigid as a box.
Soft as paper,
I can taste the sweets and tea they bring
to my homeland as I look through the album.
Quiet and peaceful like a rabbit,
Precious like my grandmother.
It's my reminder,
They are the light to my life.
The sound of endless stories,
I feel empty but also complete!