The Resurgence of Images Began
They were photographs of younger days
protected from dust in a shoe box,
sense my trepidation opening it;
impatience fustrates, anxiety overwhelms,
lifting the untaped top is a paradox...
have the pictures remained intact?
There must been a hundreds of them or less,
so dustless and neately packed and held together
by a yellow ribbon I bought for a returning soldier
who never got to see it wrapped around the maple tree;
what made me decide to open it with cautiousness?
Did I think that opening it, all memories would flee?
To my surprise it turned out to be quite the opposite,
as I untied the stiff ribbon, the resurgence of images began:
faces with youthful smiles reawakened moments of a lifetime,
that ended up into oblivion for reasons I can't explain!
Now, they are hanging on the hallway wall painted in green,
I've plans to perserve them and display them in a museum
to attract and amuse keen visitors with their momentum;
I'm glad that I saved them from deterioration and been seen.
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