Photographs Forgotten & Remembered
By
Bobbie L. Washington
Up in the attic inside an old dusty shoebox
Forgotten memories from too many years
The faded colors of a kodachrome hue
The crinkled image of a little boy in blue
Black and white images still holding true
Of a ’67 Chevy and a pretty girl too
A Roadmaster bicycle is remembered in red
Being chased by Jericho, the collie, long since dead
And there you were, the mother of three
Dark flaxen shoulder length hair
And vibrant as can be
I really do wish
That you could still remember me
Why can’t I hold on to this time
When I see that your memory is gone
Born from you that I was
As I look into your eyes of faded glory
Gray is the hair that frames a wrinkled face
And draped across the speckled skin
And you sit quietly staring out in the yard
As if you were watching the sunset of your life
Resting on your lap is a shoebox of memories
Untouched by your hands for far too long
An unrecognized box of familiar strangers
And untouched again as you make your journey home
The box top is returned to the uncovered box
Never to be digitized, never to be scanned
Of photographs forgotten and remembered
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