Forgotten Joys

An old photo surfaces, laughter caught in time,

I gaze at the child, in pure joy so prime.

The echo of glee flickers just out of reach,

while my heart feels the warmth, but the memory's a breach.

My body recalls how it felt to be free,

a spring of delight, yet my mind cannot see.

Questions hover like ghosts, haunting the frame,

what happiness flourished that I cannot name.