Brian Kilpatrick Poet I do not know?

A Faded Picture

A faded picture
Full of hope
With mother and child
Ahead the unfurled 
Road lays crumble now
In a forgotten drawer 

Memories held 
In black and white
Faded with each 
Passing night
Were only relived
When they temporarily 
Came to light

The mother’s grave now
Overgrown with tears
The child’s face now
Overgrown with years
And the faded picture 
Now lies still with hope

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Poet Destroyer A January 17, 2011 at 8:02 AM Good morning, Brian I must say the image of the daughter and the tears. remind me of my mothers grave.. and how time has made things fade away with tears.. holding a picture near is the only thing that keeps some hope alive.. sad & deep.. enjoyed,..Linda