Peder
Well-Known Member
I have photos
Oh, I have photos of my great-grandparents
Formally standing, staring from their frames
Posed, and their sisters, brothers, children too,
All dressed for some occasion then, a wedding
No doubt, long before I was born.
And my grandfather's bronze medal, red ribboned,
for service in the Navy, in the Spanish-American war,
And photographs of him and my grandmother, and
Even two personal memories of scenes from their lives,
When I was a child, but three feet tall.
And drawers full of photographs of my parents, my father
The amateur photographer snapping all and everything,
And personal memories of our lives together as a family
Memories as vivid and sharp as only yesterday,
Even now -- I as old as they once were.
My children, now spread far and wide, have their photos
And their own personal memories of our times together
Jostling for space within their own recollections,
Their children perhaps remembering only as few glimpses
As I remember of my own grandparents.
Each person lives two generations, just two,
Whether famous or not, historical or not,
One life in living, one in personal memories,
One generation begetting, the next forgetting,
Two generations our lot in this entire Cosmos.
peder
6/29/14
Oh, I have photos of my great-grandparents
Formally standing, staring from their frames
Posed, and their sisters, brothers, children too,
All dressed for some occasion then, a wedding
No doubt, long before I was born.
And my grandfather's bronze medal, red ribboned,
for service in the Navy, in the Spanish-American war,
And photographs of him and my grandmother, and
Even two personal memories of scenes from their lives,
When I was a child, but three feet tall.
And drawers full of photographs of my parents, my father
The amateur photographer snapping all and everything,
And personal memories of our lives together as a family
Memories as vivid and sharp as only yesterday,
Even now -- I as old as they once were.
My children, now spread far and wide, have their photos
And their own personal memories of our times together
Jostling for space within their own recollections,
Their children perhaps remembering only as few glimpses
As I remember of my own grandparents.
Each person lives two generations, just two,
Whether famous or not, historical or not,
One life in living, one in personal memories,
One generation begetting, the next forgetting,
Two generations our lot in this entire Cosmos.
peder
6/29/14
