We found a box of photographs
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We found a box of photographs
From many years ago
The faces and the places
Were from times we did not know
Great grand mamas and their papas
Are gazing from the past
Looking straight and upright
Unsmiling and steadfast
Their clothes look stiff, uncomfortable
I’m sure their Sunday best
The preparation admirable
Each item starched and pressed
And here are ghosts from ages past
Names vanished in the mist
But living on in images
Their memories persist
Whose staring eyes look back at me?
What stories could be told?
The maiden aunts, the suited child
What mysteries would unfold?
Each picture was a memory
Each face a tale to tell
Souls frozen in a picture frame
With eyes that cast a spell
They draw me in and speak to me
From all those years ago
And take me to another place
That I will never know
