Things That Can’t Be PhotographedThe shadow of a rainbow,
The shape of things to come,
Heaven’s tiny trapdoor,
Where babies are really from.The views that we look out upon,
When seeing eye-to-eye.
And all the things we wish we’d done,
But time has gotten by.The feel of hearts a hurtin’,
The sigh of saddened breath,
The tears that one is holding back,
The peacefulness of Death.The joy that’s in Tomorrow,
With other happy things,
The knowing of how Love can grow,
In its eternal Springs.A picture of just one of these,
Would be a work of art,
And it would be the centerpiece,
In the album of our heart.NicknamedBob . . . . . April 22, 2004