I saw your photograph today:
eyes bright, jaw firm...how did I not appreciate
the angelic glory that was you?
The you I know is softer now:
nuanced, not always-right.
As these next decades pass
will we foster memories of hard-edged youth?
And when I'm old, will anyone remember
my own bright eyes and foolish follies,
or will they see only the ruin I've become?
I put your photograph away today.
Safe among a lifetime's gleanings,
this fragment will warm my winter.
This is a Three Word Wednesday post.
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I do this every day. Inside I am a young man still. I dare not look in the mirror too often lest my wife now long gone would not recognize me.
February 15, 2012 at 11:22 PMThis is truly beautiful Ann.
This is beautiful...
February 16, 2012 at 7:07 AMInteresting approach
'my former you'..I imagine that precious photograph tucked away and seeping out it's story..turning from harsh black and white to sepia..beautifully written..a fine balance of sadness which is not doused in pity..Jae
February 16, 2012 at 12:14 PMI love to look at old photos and imagine the people they were.
February 16, 2012 at 10:31 PMYikes, this hit me hard, Ann.
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