Old photos are the best,
Especially
when they bring back memories
Long
forgotten, tucked away
In
golden vaults like precious jewels.
Thirty-fives
and Polaroids
Passed
around to aging eyes
Filling
hearts with happy tears
Of
days before we learned the rules.
Grandpa’s
’57 Ford of unknown color.
Who
can tell? Aunt Nellie shot in
Black
and white.
She
hadn’t switched to color yet.
But
Grandpop’s pride was evident
As
he put many happy smiles
On
gleeful faces, windblown traces,
Fleeting
times with no regrets.
Taking
just a modicum of
Time
and space to reminisce
Bygone
days bereft of sorrow,
No
time or tears to second guess.
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