memoirs and photographs
You’re living with your memoirs,
your photographs, forever kept
as a keepsake close to your heart
to glance at when memories part.
Pages and pictures of pilgrimage kept,
moments of change you’ve learnt to accept,
from schoolgirl sweetheart to doctor’s wife,
a chronicle toast to one’s life.
But like all memories these photos will fade
to off white yellow, corners frayed,
upon them the faces may have changed
and sunken slowly to fit their age.
Branching as far back as a generation stems,
precious moments captured like visual poems,
you place them in order of time
off by heart you recite their lines.
“Here’s our son’s first day at school,
you at your brother’s wedding playing the fool,
me in the Colosseum on our honeymoon in Rome
us standing outside our first real home”.
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