Here, held <br />between forefinger & thumb <br /> <br />the dead come <br />alive again <br /> <br />grown ups <br />are only little <br /> <br />this boy <br />unaware that he is <br /> <br />to be <br />my father <br /> <br /> <br />between the borders <br />of this photograph <br /> <br />the Past <br />persists <br /> <br />exists <br />in a black & white world <br /> <br /> <br />that was as real <br />as ours.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-country-for-my-old-pal-al/
