Photographs
By
R.e. Taylor
Memories
of long ago
Hidden
in the attic
With
feeling no one wanted to bestow
Some
are plain, some are cryptic
They
are all taken through the ages
Mothers,
fathers, sisters and brothers
Even
a few who we knew as sages
But,
all we see were always our elders
Photographs
of paper, film as glass
They
are carefully stored inside tissue
Stacked
gently to rest amass
Each
picture bought back feelings anew
I
will go through them one by one
Placing
each in its own frame
And
only once I am all done
Will
their true beauty will they claim
©
2017 Shadowlight Publishing
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