Old Photos

Pieces of paper that hold a link to the past.

The edges are curled; they won’t lay flat.

 

In shades of grey and black they are bound to the page.

Eyes that no longer see, from a long ago age.

 

My history, I’m told, in the faces of that time.

The images are cold; frozen in time.

 

These strangers we cling to, a link to the past.

We long to connect; a link to be grasped.

 

We close the album pages; trusting again

We’re leaving a link, for our family & friends.

 

Copyright © 2017 Penny Wilson

About Penny Wilson Writes

I am a freelance writer that writes in several genres. I've had a successful blog with a growing and loyal following for more than 5 years. I've written articles for Counseling Directory .org, Introvert Dear .com and WOW Women on Writing. I'm currently working on my first novel. You can find more of my writings on my blog at: https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow me on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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7 Responses to Old Photos

  1. This poem captures the spirit of photographs perfectly, Penny. I love it.

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