Old Photographs

In the attic-  I found a dusty album,
        of great mama, going back from death to baptism.
And I took a trip timeworn and so sweet to fathom,
    snap shots old, someone that loved had placed with wisdom;
first, is a faint snap of a baby in Autumn,
and then, black and white, bleached out, disappearing pictures,
        of great mama, going back from death to baptism;
pose to pose, a story is told that still life  C A P T U R E S. 

Here, is a little girl clutching a reluctant cat,
       and great mama as a young woman in a strange hat.
A snap of family as in a garden they sat,
    and here you balance a bike as you stop to chat;
I only recall you with a double chin and fat.
All day, I looked at old snaps on thick black pages,
      and great mama as a young woman in a strange hat;
and beneath a wedding trellis throwing  K I S S E S. 

But one photo makes me pause- touches my heart,
      of six young men in a photo hand colored like art.
These smiling faces soon to war will be torn apart,
    and on the back, their names in ink someone did chart.
On a list of the war dead these men are part,
neatly folded beside their photo to remind us;
       of six young men in a photo hand colored like art.
Each photo within this album is a moment  B R E A T H L E S S .
  Weeping, I hold the book of photographs to my heart . . .  


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November 3, 2017


Poetry/Rhyme/Old Photographs
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9783-49-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym.

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Written for the contest, Rhyme Time II 
sponsor, Laura Loo

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