Whilst leafing through an album,
I stumbled upon some familiar countenances,
I saw her who birthed me and him whose endearment is nonpareil,
Them who descried the desolation that I obscured.
Whilst leafing through the album,
I halted at a page and looked into the eyes of a girl,
The one who shared a womb with me, who now resides in a remote domicile.
Whilst leafing through the album,
I espied the countenances of those who chose not to forsake me,
Those who cherised my unmasked visage.
Whilst leafing through the album, I stumbled upon my family.