Beata Agustin Poet Personification

FAMILY PICTURE FOUR DECADES AGO

"Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it." Psalm 127:1 of the King James Bible

 Behold me…
marked with awesome affectionate hues 
exuding family love
radiating bliss of eternal security bonding 
triumphantly prevailing midst smiles.

Recollect with me…
while exposing joy of home
along grateful heart of glowing faces
praise-filled, beaming with grace
bestowed by the Lord!

Be glued to me…
never blinking your eyes, 
yet now welled with tears
as you are gripped with Mom and Dad’s love
transporting your very being toward siblings’ milestones.

Reminisce with me…
grand celebration of blood-ties reunion along prayer fellowship
as your Dad and Mom steadfastly hold hands
and you view them doing so in heaven
with their inspiring love story, upheld by faith.

Get nostalgic through me…
recalling sweet peace in your paradise
with hearts warmed midst compassion wonders
seeing your parents’ partnership of caring scene
creating legacy of kindness for your generation. 

Now, treasure me --- more than a keepsake
as I reverberate your life history
chronicled with mementoes
never to be buried in oblivion
since I, your family picture reign in your heart.

February  8, 2025
2nd place, "Dusty Box of Memories" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 2/12/2025

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thriveni c mysore April 19, 2025 at 9:31 PM read it again dear poet. enchanting words. cheers

Mark Toney April 19, 2025 at 10:34 AM Beata, I appreciate your support for my Flash Poetry Challenge (12). Your poem was randomly chosen to be featured in my 'Results' blog, which is now up and running. Ahh, this is very creative - "your family picture" personified. I love your quoting Psalm 127:1 at the beginning to give credit where credit is due. This is a Fav for me.

thriveni c mysore April 7, 2025 at 9:10 PM 'I reverberate your life history/ chronicled with mementoes/ never to be buried in oblivion' blissful write dear poet. pious.