Christmas · haibun · history · Photography · Poetry

Lens of Yesterdays #poetry #memories

 

“Who is that?” My daughter asks as she filters through 100 year old snapshots.

“I never heard their story. I was only a child when I looked at these photos last.”

“Which side of the family are they from?” She looks for any family likenesses.

“They look like dad’s family. I’m glad these didn’t get thrown away.”

“Who is this?”

“I think it’s my great-grandfather. I don’t know much about him. I think he was a grocer. That’s your grandfather when he was a little boy and this is your great-grandmother. I think you look the most like her.”

My daughter squints her eyes to see some resemblance.

My family and their past is in a black and white capsule. Much of what remains is in a shoe box. The family farm is gone and all the antiques burned up in a fire several years ago. I want to carry forth their past but there is so little that I know.

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Box of sepia prints

few faces recognized

memories lost

*

little hands

smile covered with icing

I still hear that voice

*

brush away tears

people long gone

puddle in kodachrome

*

One of things that we do with family is look at old family photos. There are so many dialogues. One thing is a constant we continue to make memories even as we look at the past.

Enjoy the memory making with family!!

 

 

 

 

Alzheimers · haibun · Poetry

Treasure Hunter #poetry #alzheimers #elderly

a grey- haired journey

we often stub our toes

rattle our mind for memories

caregiver regular  in tow

treasures we seek

but little do we find

momentary peeks

into a treasure filled mind

*******

daily routine

seasons change as you age

 digging up treasure

 

Look into the mind of the elderly there are vast discoveries. Sometimes there is a thin veil covering the expanse. It is worth the effort.

Photography · Poetry

Can’t Afford My Memories #poetry #photography

I drove by grandma and grandpas place

so many changes  hard to trace

a little girl where flowers bloom

eating ice cream by the light of the moon

music played all the seasons

I loved Rudolph for many reasons

love there didn’t need yeast

family gathered for every feast

today the house I cant afford

 rich with memory’s golden cord

 

Responding to the prompt Afford at The House of Bailey

 

a to z challenge · art · Poetry

Childhood Memories #atozchallenge

paint palette

color in the memories

painful black and white

 reality is so cold

mix the paint

makes it right

swirl acrylic

round and round

covers the hurt

helps lost to be found

color in the memories

no more black and white

cover the memories

it’ll be alright

***

I’ve worked with enough children who were abused, thrown away, tormented to candy coat pain. Children have an amazing resilience to pain perhaps it’s the imagination that can erase awful memories. Just think how wonderful those imaginations are without pain.

M

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crimea · famous poets · Photography · Poetry

The Gift of the Crumpled Flower #poetry #photography

 

lone daisy

“a flower was offered to me…” *

crumpled, once wild and free

the little one that gave it

an orphan was he

I looked in his eyes

a clear blooming love

I gathered some stars

and joy from above

 brief mere moments

were all that we had

but flowers are like that

petals in our hands

***

Memories like flowers

spring fragrance on winter’s winds

petals on a page

 

framed hand with flower

Some poems write themselves. This came as I remembered a precious orphan who gave me a flower because I had smiled and spoke to him (in very poor Russian). This    week’s prompt from Poets United – begin our poem with ” A flower was offered me”

(* William Blake)