Fading Photographs
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Blowing off the dusty dust
Of my old, old family portrait album
I see, in the beginning of beginnings,
There’s a whole lot of me, me, me me and me
Baby me, toddler me, goofy me, cutie me
School photos up to my Senior year me
Dispersed amongst them are family occasions
Like Birthdays, Christmas, and the such
My favorites are the goofy, unpretentious ones
The LIVE and not people posing picture ones
That end up framed and hung up on the wall
Looking lost amongst the many, many other ones
Then, there’s the Big Vanilla envelope:
A Great, Great time capsule of ancestry and all
A Great, Great graveyard of black and whites
One especially catches my eye, sending chills down my back
There stands a man, older than dirt
That looks like he’s wearing my bamboo made shirt
Not only do I look exactly like him
Looking back at me is that same foolish grin
And so I have to look on the back to see who it is
But I can barely make out his name
And yet it turns out,
He’s my Great, Great, Great Great, Great Uncle Jim
Copyright © Benjamin Bartley | Year Posted 2024
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