He remembers moments, with such ease,
As if they're imprinted, on his mind with keys.
His photographic memory, a wonder to behold,
A treasure trove, of memories untold.
He recalls details, with such clarity,
A true gift, a rare rarity.
And in his mind, every moment captured,
A memory bank, forever raptured.
He remembers faces, and names so well,
And the stories we've shared, he can always tell.
And in his memory, every detail is kept,
A record of our lives, that's forever kept.
His photographic memory, a blessing indeed,
A true gift, that we all need.
For in his mind, memories are forever kept,
And with each moment, a treasure is kept.
So I'm grateful, for his memory so keen,
A true gift, a rare machine.
And I know, that every moment we share,
Is forever kept, in his memory's lair.
