Nobody could be there, but we could.
Looking around, visualizing the past.
Ours was the most recent, we would last.
Pens, letters, even a phonebook or two.
A couple photos of them and nobody knew.
Would they be jelious or even care?
From the family hopefully not an evil stare.
There was an old type writter, but that didn't stand a chance.
There we were...
My sister and I....
In a picture at first glance.