Ring the bells that still can ring,
Forget your perfect offering,
There is a crack, a crack in everything,
That’s how the light gets in.
And if, along the way, you catch the light—
a fragment of joy, a hand held tight,
you can send it our way,
the QR code will take you there.
Memories are fleeting.
But a photograph, like a song,
knows how to linger.