Here is a poem from my book of poetry, HeartStones…

Forever

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.