Poem written in 2006, after my step-father's death. Finding photos after that time, I realized I neglected to learn about his past. Poem published in Dewdrops Ride on the Wind, an Anthology in 2021.
We take photographs with people So they could remember us And leave memories behind So they don’t forget us. And the contrast Between the two are the same. We leave these moments Scattered, Hoping that somewhere Somebody will discover them And make sense of everything We chose to neglect.
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