Old Photographs
old photographs~
faded and creased
my grandma's treasure
inside an embroidered album
where memories are etched
upon each page
printed in grayscale
those filmed-captured
by a vintage camera
vivid were memories
despite decades that passed~
my first smile...
my first crawl...
my first walk...
sweet reminiscence
of a first-born granddaughter ~
So much loved...
So much treasured...
grayscale transformed
into colored outputs
as it captured
the highlights of school life:
me and my grandparents
smiling faces
gold medals in my neck
graduation day~
as I turn another page
I see a dried leaf...
teardrops fall.
12 April 2022
Copyright © JCB Brul | Year Posted 2022
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