The Photograph

Linked arms, looking into the future, my daughters,
In jim-jams, bought from Sunday markets,
Off the Thame Road, and your beautiful young faces.
This picture of a world I no longer have, imbued
With all the scattered sadnesses of time, still rhymes
in this creaking, over-flowing mind of mine.
Looking, and then seeing, you, as you were,
And never ever can be again, I am overwhelmed
With the sadness that once filled the heart of the poets
of long ago.
This looking back leaves me bereft here,
Betwixt sky and land, here,
on the saddest shores of seas
of moon and tide: swaying, here, amidst the ever present presence
of regret.

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Photograph short poem

An aged photograph of a relative with her cherished daughter, sitting by a calm, placid lake on a sweet sparkling spring day. Wonder, joy, and amusement filled both of their unblemished, youthful faces – A family beginning its nascent, hopeful