The green,

So bold against the blue,

So bright against the frame of life.

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As I look through the photos in the box,

The box that mom kept put up,

I stopped at this image. Why?

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What was so special about this photo?

There were plenty just like it,

Of days in the sun,

Of summer days with family,

Of mornings playing outside.

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So why does this photo matter?

Is it because it burns in my memory?

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That day, that morning,

So bright, so bold in my memory.

The football in flight,

The grass under feet,

The hot air and sweat,

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The memories of summer days,

Without care, without problems.

Those days, of only love and fun.