One Poem at a time

FADED PHOTOGRAPH

 

An uninteresting book until

I  turn a page and see

a faded old photograph

gently, blowing dust away

I look.............

 

faces, without expression,

eyes nearly closed

squint at the camera

or at me? somehow,

I am an intruder

 

wonder who they are

and what they are thinking

plain dress indicates they are

poor......... perhaps this isn't

their best, yet it probably is

 

lifeless, dull eyes reflect

small promise of a better life

happiness an impossibility

silently sealed into denied dreams

 

sadly, I gaze at the fragile photograph

briefly I've stolen long ago lives

quietly and quickly I slide it into the book

returning it to the past

where it belongs...........

 

iris yvonne miller