Ann Roske Poet Blank verse

Ink and Paper History

Black and white photographs
Ink and paper history
Of  faces and places unknown to me
Images faded, edges tattered and worn
Stored in the small wooden box where dolls once lived
Retrieved from the closet when relatives come
Together they  laugh and remember 
The car, the house, the dog, the war
The friends who have since passed on
Promising that some day 
They will note the names and the places - 
But each time the box is retrieved 
The memories fade 
Like the names and the faces
Of the friends who are now gone.

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Jack Jordan January 31, 2013 at 9:06 PM A wonderful poem! I've recently had exactly that experience. Jack

Andrea Dietrich October 27, 2012 at 10:26 AM this is really nice. I love old pictures when I am in that kind of mood!! wonderful.

Anne-Lise Andresen May 31, 2012 at 10:39 AM Photo is lovely memories, I love to look at mine sometimes....cute babies...now grown up......clothes we used before....smile...smile...oxox love Anne-Lise

Josie Whitehead May 25, 2012 at 1:26 PM But Ann, these black and white photographs tell stories of times long ago. I used to listen to children reading in my local school (volunteer) and one asked me if the world was black and white when I was a child. He asked this because the child in the book asked his granny this because all her photos were black and white, ha ha. I quickly explained. Lovely poem and isn't it so sad when you know that the black and white people on the photos have mainly gone. I am a grandmother, so they are going very fast. Ann Roske May 25, 2012 at 1:51 PM Thank you for you kind word Josie and the wonderful story. This box is in my Mom's closet - a lot of family memories!