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Photos of Grandmother
David J Walker

Grandmother has 
become a picture
That so few of us know
Things committed  to memory 
Fall short

A black & white print 
	Is creased across 
the face of the fading image

And even a perfect recall 
Of the last summers eve 
Shelling peas one evening
On the screened-in porch
Can’t replace all  of what we thought 
	We knew of her

Mosquitoes were singing and
Fireflies were dancing
Kamikaze moths were the true believers
Flying into the 40-watt light

What hymn was Grandmother humming
But the picture hadn’t the slightest idea 

And the answer was lost
At the cost of 
	Distance and time

It seems Grandmother 
was a young girl once with
Her own unspoken dreams 

Or so it says on the back 
Of a photo found in the bottom 
Of a box where she is held 
captive and expressionless
at age 15 

In the picture she seemed to
be waiting to 
	grow old

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