The Old Photoghraph
~The Old Photograph~
I was asked to get rid of an old beaten black leather bag
Curiosity demanded I check it inside
Nothing was there but my fingers did snag
Something stuck in the lining on one side.
I took a closer look to find out what was there
Could it be money or a love letter, would it mine, would it be fair?
I tore at the lining of the old beaten black leather bag
And there it was a photograph not much about to brag.
I pulled it from its years of hiding in the dark
A man holding a baby on the picture not a mark
The puzzle to me as I held it up high
The head was cut off of the man - I wondered why.
A babe in arms barely a few months old
A man in a suit I wonder at the story that it told
The owner of the bag was a lady of many years
Unhappy all her life and she caused many tears.
The baby would by now be quite an age
The child of the bag owner I suppose one could wage
To be hidden away for all these bleak years
To have his head cut off carefully there must be so many fears.
The owner of the old beaten black leather bag
Maybe had reason to be such a hag
No one can ask she is with us no more
But I have that photograph to ponder on more.
© 18/05/2012 Written By:~GG~
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012
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