Poignant Poem

I saw this poem elsewhere, and wanted to save it forever and thought here was as good a place as any!

Photographs are smiles that last forever,
Snowmen that can never melt away.
Birthday celebrations caught in amber
Rescued from the vaults of yesterday.

Faces that were once more dear than diamonds.
Boys who kept you up until the dawn.
Houses filled with bicycles and babies.
Ghosts who left their shadows on the lawn.

Photographs are holes in time’s grey curtain.
Through them we can peek into the past.
Call upon our parents and our children.
Pop a cork with members of the cast.

There they are, the days of jazz and joy-rides.
Snaps of magic moments lit hy laughs.
If you ever find my house on fire,
Leave the silver,
Save the photographs.

By Fran Landesman