Monday, March 9, 2015

Faded Memories

                           A torn photograph
                                 corners bent
                                      faded colors
                                              lines
                                                  creases
                                                        time
                            has passed and the 
                                 photograph remains
                                       a sign-post
                                             of
                                                history.
                            Marking a moment
                                                passed
                                              and almost
                                      (but not quite)
                                                    forgotten.

Lately, I've had several friends share stories about their children coming across photographs of them in their, "younger days." My own girls dug out an old prom photo a week or so ago. "Wow," is all they could say about my 80's bangs! Reliving some memories, both fond and better off forgotten, was the inspiration for this poem. 

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