Not my work obviously – but nice nonetheless =D
Glossy candids of strange expressions,
and red-clad arms holding bows and
Christmas trinkets long forgotten –
My eyes wash over your photos,
family memories long wrapped in the fog
of time and changed situations.
But the constant connection of Mom and Dad,
the snapshots of a stolen kiss,
or flowers sent for Valentines Day,
The family outings that exhausted you,
and the pictures of you exhausted,
but together,
Are images more priceless than you could imagine,
and I hold them as visuals to the life I seek.
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Interesting.. Seems kinda sad.