Present days relentlessly evolve At speeds mortal eyes can’t perceive Remaining only a faded Kodak print Like God himself, towering in the heavens, Reached into the earth Just to pinch out the vibrant Ruby of you’re mothers lips Prestigious navy of you’re fathers suit And the ornery green in your brother’s eyes. Leaving only diluted browns and creams With an occasional slate grey for empty shadows Then the photograph is hoarded with many others Inside a musky gold leaf album Its spine feeble from days standing tall Its skin weathered from years of stress Some prints melt with one another Countless are stained and creased with carelessness Rarely does a memory go untouched From the day the light hit the film
Artist: Stacey End School: North Allegheny |
Notes: This poem is about how everyone has memories that are forgotten. |