I found a little, but rare treasure in a maze of memories.
I turn the key in a wood box with a sign Family.
The slowly yellowed pictures are lying there in silence.
I watch to them and they start a little cinematograph in myself,
Myriad of happens and feelings.
The young woman with a baby in her arms is smiling on me
The long black hair are falling down on her shoulders and a soft, proud sight says:
„I´m a mother. This is our doughter, our beautiful child.“
A man in an uniform with a rifle on his shoulder.
The tired face with the uncountable questions.
The days go very slowly on and a love is waiting … maybe.
The child who makes first step,
Stretches the little fingers to a cake with a candle.
The big doll is lying at the feet.
The years didn´t changed her.
The garden with smell of Apple trees, a little girl is sitting on it with a scuffed knee.
She isn´t crying.
She is smiling because the pain is over.
The visit in the ZOO, the hard press of daddy´s hug … concerns.
I feel that hug still now.
Don´t worry, I won´t be lost.
The face of my grandmum decorated by spider web of wrinkles and smile.
With a flowered scarf on the head and the glasses on the nose.
I miss you.
I felt her smell a lot of times although she is not here anymore.
I take the next and next pictures.
Sometime with tears in my eyes , sometime with a smile on my face.
What everything did we survived.
I close the rare box and turn the key again.
But not for a long time.
I will be return by the next trip across the maze of memories.