Little Brushwood stood looking up at the bookshelf,

Wondering which book his Mom will pick for herself.

As Mom walked over to take her favorite book,

Actually it’s a photo album she took.

She sat down in her cushioned comfortable chair,

Inviting Little Pup up and pulled back her hair.

She opened the album to reveal the pictures,

With some old colorful and black and white mixtures.

Each page that was turned offered a new and fun scene,

As from ages ago some were losing their sheen.

Mom would talk about each picture along the way,

And with Little Brushwood on her lap, a good day.