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Old Photographs

old photographs~ faded and creased my grandma's treasure inside an embroidered album where memories are etched upon each page printed in grayscale those filmed-captured by a vintage camera vivid were memories despite decades that passed~ my first smile... my first crawl... my first walk... sweet reminiscence of a first-born granddaughter ~ So much loved... So much treasured... grayscale transformed into colored outputs as it captured the highlights of school life: me and my grandparents smiling faces gold medals in my neck graduation day~ as I turn another page I see a dried leaf... teardrops fall. 12 April 2022

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Susan Ashley

Date: 9/9/2022 8:03:00 PM

Dear JCB, the poignant power of your pen captures my heart’s imagination. So beautifully expressive and impressive. Your last three lines a potent and exquisite finale to a splendid piece. Warmest wishes, my wonderful friend.. ~Susan

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 4/27/2022 2:30:00 AM

I have always cherished photographs for I don’t have many taken in my youth with my grand father. I never got to meet my grandmothers. From what I have heard about them I know I would have loved them. Your lovely poem moved me deeply. Blessings xxoo

Panagiota Romios

Date: 4/17/2022 11:28:00 AM

Lovely write, many can relate to. Letters to my parents. Such treasures. Photos from the 1800's too" Any only child, tons of memories. I found a card from my Grandpa when I was one? Yes, teardrops fall. Me, too. I was so blessed. It would be great, to go back in time. Huge albums of photos. ~~ Panagiota~~

Ann Foster

Date: 4/17/2022 9:08:00 AM

I have found many pressed flowers, some real and tangible... others left behind in my mind by friends. I loved your poem. Well done. Ann

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 4/16/2022 12:36:00 PM

Memories can be sad or make us glad, they bring back a person or an era - my husband has digitized all our photos but i rarely go on line to see them, albums however get dusty and take up space. Therefore, I have put all our old photos into three big tupper ware containers, and we often reminisce our way through them. Enjoyed this poem, a fave. Hugs and blessings Jennifer.

Eve Roper

Date: 4/13/2022 5:01:00 PM

lovely treasures , I love the black and white... nice write. Blessings my friend and Happy Easter

Sam Kauffman

Date: 4/13/2022 9:32:00 AM

Just so lovely, charming and evocative JCB. I, too, am the first-born grandchild. And I treasure every photograph that pinpoints moments in my life. There is such a haunting sweetness conveyed in your lines. I am so glad I came upon this lovely gem. Blessings! Happy Easter.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 4/13/2022 9:28:00 AM

A beautiful write! Reminiscing brings tears!

Valsa George

Date: 4/13/2022 9:10:00 AM

An album is a casket of memories ! It is so very interesting to watch our own childhood photos ! Being the first one in the family, you were adored and pampered ! Lucky girl ! I can imagine your grandma's pride in having a smart, beautiful grand daughter!