In Black and White
I have some photographs in black and white
which show my life when I was just a child.
That bygone era long ago took flight,
but pictures of it in my mind are filed.
How fitting that my photographs depict
the drabness of our time in Washington.
No dazzle in the state my father picked
for us to live in; clouds would hide the sun!
My dad was cursed with illness of the mind.
For me, bright hues mean family fun and play.
How little happiness were we to find
where black and white got blended into gray.
My later youth for color did not lack,
but melancholy years were white and black.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015
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