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

Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She's had a successful blog with a growing and loyal following for more than 5 years. Penny has written articles for Counseling Directory .org, Introvert Dear .com, and WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published on Ariel Chart, a monthly online Journal, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. She is currently working on her first novel. You can find more of her writings on her blog at: https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her 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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