Nola Perez Poet Blank verse

In An Old Photograph

My mother was once a playful girl,
so pretty, framed in the laurel bush,
bent in laughter, smile unfurled 
for the black box camera, and all the world 
an oyster for my pretty mother,
pearl of Georgia, and her sister Lillian, 
yet to discover Time takes care 
of pretty and playful,and will 
attend to it:  Black box 
at the end of it.

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Daver Austin March 28, 2009 at 6:27 AM Yep! I keep looking at a picture of my mother (long dead) as a young lady, maybe 18...gorgeous!... then another, during the depression - what a wreck the depression made of people. But the old box camera to the rescue. What she once was will stick with me, as well as what she had become, but the former will always win out. Love, daver