Ode+to+My+Special+Scrap+Book

I held a hot pink scrap book, Made by my mother and calling for a look. Full of creamy taupe pages, And a wonderful story of my Grandpa Mosie’s ages.

Bound together with a spiraling black wire, As colorful as a flaming hot fire. A golden present waiting to be open, Teeming with contents that will never be forgotten.

Presented to me after the 4th grade Pesach milestone, My scrap book was certainly meant to put me in an emotional zone. As I began to read my grandpa’s past, tears filled my eyes, And I attempted to turn the page without shedding a single cry.

-Meredith C.