Ink and Paper History
Black and white photographs
Ink and paper history
Of faces and places unknown to me
Images faded, edges tattered and worn
Stored in the small wooden box where dolls once lived
Retrieved from the closet when relatives come
Together they laugh and remember
The car, the house, the dog, the war
The friends who have since passed on
Promising that some day
They will note the names and the places -
But each time the box is retrieved
The memories fade
Like the names and the faces
Of the friends who are now gone.
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