Dear Child,

Pictures on the wall transport us back in time.

Sweet, sweet child

please stay put in that pose

from that picture on the wall

The one where you still smile

staring back at the lens

looking at me,

and then…

 

We touch

 

Kindred souls separated

by time.

 

Reviews

[Érenn]

Well I always believe a man only carries memories with him to his grave and nothing else. In the same manner pictures are nothing but those memories captured and preserved that endure time throughout their lifetime, I am still young and have many memories to create but I do understand the value of it. Love the brevity of this write.I like it much ^^ Thank you for sharing ^^

[Coyote Poetry]

A lot said in the short poem.
"Kindred souls separated
by time."
I'm a old man now. The photos from the past. Hold great value today. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[TheRaven]

They do, don't they? Stir up all sorts of memories. It's a bittersweet life we live, and I love the taste.

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too. Old memories are like wine. Become sweeter with time.