The Photo

When I reach into the past
The main place I go
Is the beach in the photograph
Where the beautiful memories grow

The time I first swam
In the captivating blue sea
With my sister and my friend
Just us three

Or the shell I found
With the colour of gold
I love the shell
With all the memories it holds

The pictures we've taken
The stories we've told
In that photograph
Things never grow old.

When I see that photograph
I always say
That I will come back there
One day