This
post was originally scheduled for Friday, 7 November, 2014, what would have
been my grandmother's birthday – but due to personal reasons, I could not post
on that day.
This
poem is dedicated to and inspired by her, the life she lived as well as that of
her sisters, some of whom have also passed away.
The
Picture
An
old grey and white picture
Sits
silently in the entrance
Happy,
youthful faces
Smiling,
welcoming all who enter.
Seven
sisters and one brother;
A
family,
Young
and vibrant once.
Time
passes,
The
picture stays,
Slowly
fading.
One
by one
They
are consumed,
A
face fades,
A
smile is erased.
One
by one
They
disappear,
Snatched
by Time’s
Ever-moving
clock.
A
family photo
Welcomes
all
But
brings both
Smiles
and heartaches.
A
greying, fading photo
With
a hundred inter-connected lives,
With
a thousand intricately-bound memories.
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