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. My poetry has been published on Ariel Chart, a monthly online Journal and Spill Words Press. 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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