Traces
an old photograph
uncovered from a cedar chest
peppered with dust
and frayed at its edges
how its subjects
smile with quiet pride
asking not to be pitied
that their time is spent
all of this family
elder and infant
bride and groom
are long since departed
fingerprints shimmer on its surface
traces of the hands that held it
laughing, crying, remembering
and I add mine
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