I can look at their black and white photo
whenever I want, to take in where they’ve been.
The old wood frame somewhat worn
from years of repeating the memories.
The image within, from long ago, is a little blurred.
But that’s not why I couldn’t understand
where the love, captured in time, might have gone.
Last Few Words: Coming from a broken home at a young age, the ashes leave evidence of better times. These ashes have also left scars that echo in our family to this day.
Style/Type: Free verse
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Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
An Old Photo of My Parents
Hello, Michael,
Such a silence here, full of thoughts and memories. I sense the child you once were meeting the adult you are now, still wondering.
Thank you,
L
Yes, nailed it L. Thanks for
Yes, nailed it L. Thanks for sharing your thoughts on this one.
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hi michael! This is a short
hi michael! This is a short poem but captures so much feeling and emotion. Very well done.
Thank you MM! Glad you
Thank you MM! Glad you enjoyed this piece.
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