Thursday, April 06, 2006

Pictures of the past

Looking at the cupboard
pictures of the past
memories that are loved
times that we remember
Times that linger
weighing on us
times that have been
and never can be again
Pictures are fading
sun shinging
through the window
though the memories remain
Black and white
silver frames glimmering
wooden frames adding style
colour pictures in between
If only it were possible
to let the pictures move
just like in the movies...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Yes, it's the thoughts that make this a great poem. This poem captures the same feelings that I have sometimes. Thank you!