Happy birthday to me!!!

Memories light the corner of my mind.
Misty water color memories
Of the way we were.

Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind,
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were.


Can it be that it was all so simple then,
Or has time rewritten every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again,
Tell me? would we? could we?

Memories may be beautiful and yet,
What's too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget.
So it's the laughter
We will remember,
Whenever we remember
The way we were.
The way we were.



My first birthday



4 years old at the airport on our way to India for my father's first overseas posting





A charcoal portrait done by an artist along the Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris, France 1998.