Old Photos

I threw away the negatives
But couldn’t bear to part
With the photos of such happy times
They’re tugging at my heart.

Museum trips and boat rides,
Pulling sleds or on the beach,
Birthday candles glowing on a cake,
Those days all out of reach.

A fire in the fireplace,
The family gathered ‘round,
Performances at camp and school,
The beaming faces found.

All dressed up for the holidays
Or set for trick or treat,
The younger version of ourselves
We wish that we could meet.

I loved the reminiscing
But when tucking them away,
It made me sad that they’ll be tossed
On a not too distant day.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Gifford Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 1:03 PM
Hello Ilene, I have been getting rid of my pictures as no one else values them like I do. As you said they will be tossed out one day. Nicely said and Beautifully written, my friend.
Borke Avatar
October 19, 2025 at 4:55 AM
You’re in good company. Billions of people experience the same feelings (but can’t rhyme it)
Wolf Avatar
October 18, 2025 at 9:37 PM
Old photos are the best. ~ Mia Pinion
Greenhough Avatar
October 17, 2025 at 6:49 PM
I agree with your photo sentiments. Memories don't seem to be cherished as they were years ago. Thanks for reminding me to go through some of mine.
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