Memory And Pictures

My memory is a bit weak, 

It fails to recollect, 

what you wore last week. 

My memory is like a child, 

It remembers all lessons when learned after a chide. 

My mom gave me a camera, 

And showed me some photos, 

of people from the last era. 

My memory got an assistant now, 

But it won't help me remember, 

the name of Molly's cow. 

My memory's assistant is a crazy being, 

It redraws in my mind, 

Pictures of Mom aging. 

My memory feels a bit relaxed, 

For it can turn to these pictures, 

Whenever asked. 

My memory will die when I die, 

But these pictures will remain and will reply.