In my photo album <br />languish years <br /> <br />compressed and angled <br />with four corners <br />where youth and age mix; <br /> <br />mostly smiles regaling <br />good times frozen <br />baby eyes and faces; <br /> <br />teen years <br />and marriages; <br />friends severed <br />by divorces; <br /> <br />yellowed senior <br />grannies <br />and rigidly posed Great Grannies <br />all in the same book <br />but not able to touch; <br /> <br />all gathered by me <br />into close proximity; <br />sepia and digital ones <br />Polaroids and 8's <br />resting in their resting place, <br /> <br />inside my album world <br />where a finger-tip touch <br />of Grannies face <br />is a kiss given to <br />Baby Grace <br />new to this world; <br /> <br />and just arrived <br />to her album space- <br />baby smile glowing- <br />for my daughter <br />in years to come <br />to lovingly <br />contemplate. <br /> <br />We learn to live and record our precious times <br />in photos fresh or graying <br />and in doing so <br />ensure against sweet memories decaying; <br />ensuring fresh <br />each moments glow <br />from new cherub <br />to Grannies <br />beautiful wedding dress. <br /> <br />We lay them down <br />close <br />side by side <br />to increase proximity <br />across times' <br />decaying border.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/album-faces/
