Custodian of The Moment...

Slices of memory kept fresh out of time
each photograph is a buried treasure
My eyes feast on the heat of emotion
held in thrall to the frozen instant

Who can tell the twists of fate
or speak of certain fortune?
Celebrate life in the now
and paint each and every joy

Keep them close to your heart
Capture the scene, and remember
A picture is worth a thousand words
and you are the custodian of each moment

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Sharing pictures of a shared past, with old friends and relatives. Time travel at it's best!

Style/Type: Free verse

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Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: New York State - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Poe

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Reflection and truth, pictures are so valuable and each one has a special meaning and stirs a certain emotion.

I sent a whole bunch of pics to my son Spencer and his Aunt Patty. Patty was about 10-12yrs. and Spence about 2yrs. I have a couple of hundred pics. of those times. Neighborhood kids, great grandma and friends and aunts and uncles. Cars and houses, whole bunches of stuff. I used to walk around with my camera around my neck all the time, so that it was nothing out of the ordinary and I caught lots of candid shots as well as posed.

I love going back

And looking at some pictures, they make me smile. I look back at how much the kids have changed even in a year and it amazes me.