Tattered Photo's Beauty
Sepia photo hides a face
With creased lines that could not retrace;
The details of Grandma’s allure
As tints cover those outlines pure--
Blemished by wartime, its grim tales
Dark the image of life’s travails
Severing her forgotten youth:
Through my lamp's pearlescent brightness
Her keen eyes depict forthrightness
An aura mildly intense...soft
While her glances raise them aloft,
And in my thoughts, lips gold as moon
Seem to hum a brave woman's tune...
I clean this old token again
Savoring her warmth, her own pain,
For though dull Gram’s portrait may be
Rare this keepsake which speaks to me.
Contest 555 of Brian Strand
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2018
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