The Dusty Album
I found your dusty album today, which
kept me captive for hours and ages
all those old photographs glued to black pages
with fancy backgrounds used to enrich
and I wept- looking at your many images
my eyes thirsty of each new pose
here you are, a child holding a fluffy cat
and here you are a young woman as you graduate
and holding a red rose
and another in a garden planting- wearing a hat
and as a mother holding a baby girl
and another playing with children that twirl
this dusty album has become the story that you share
oh, great-grandma you rest in earth old and crumbled dry
where in your eternal peace with arms folded your bones lie
but, I imagine you in Heaven above, from where
you whispers to me ... and sigh
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April 28, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/the dusty album
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1350-127-28
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, All Yours (Apr 28)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 04/28/2021
First Place
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