Excerpt from my Published Book/Share
Here is a poem from my book of poetry, HeartStones…
Back then, people took meaningful “somethings”
Pictures, that said something about who was in them
It was the talk of the moment when someone spied a photo album
People displayed photos, like the circus displayed its performers
Photographs, were usually black and white, but that never changed their sparkle
In the many pictures you’d have relatives of all ages and in all manners of dress
People would reconnect or recollect the times, the places, and the faces.
In photographs, people stayed the way they were, at that moment.
If they were dead, it did not matter,
If they were old or young or had just begun,
Because, they were remembered from these photographs.
In pictures you could stay”forever’
I find that comforting and a little strange, in the same manner.
Thank you for reading 🙂