Photos of my mother, 1955

Old photos force me to embrace

through interplay of black and white

what future's lens finds in her face.

 

The life that stands in time of grace,

in bobble hat and coat zipped tight,

old photos force me to embrace.

 

In fading colours I retrace,

through secret shadows of her plight,

what future's lens finds in her face.

 

The youth and health time would erase

by years of care and bitter fight

old photos force me to embrace.

 

Against time's wind she tries to brace,

to stay upright at nature's height,

what future's lens finds in her face.

 

Eyes warm with love for him I trace,

a smile and face and life alight.

Old photos force me to embrace

what future's lens finds in my face.

The End

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