Photographs Fixed Fade

Photographs fixed in fixative curse memories to fade, As they are too true and static, starkly black and white. Recalling a snap-shot, not how you want your memories made. Each scene fixed in time, ever fading thereafter, in the light. We want our memories to age gracefully, not fade, Embellished by fuzz that blurs the lines to soft and warm, With wishful thinking blotting out the bad bits made, Enhancing the good bits, to pride of place in the reform. The ghosts hanging on the wall, now growing pale, Are not ghosts at all, for ghosts are living apparitions. That change, as our memories change their every detail. We want our memories to grow, not to have fixed positions. In fading photographs of loved ones and scenes we find, Unwanted forgotten memories, not what we had in mind.