A faded picture
Full of hope
With mother and child
Ahead the unfurled road
Lays crumbled now
In some forgotten drawer
Memories held
In black and white
Faded with each
Passing night
Were only relived
When they temporarily
Came to light
The mother's grave now
Overgrown with tears
The child's face now
Overgrown with years
And the faded picture
Now lies still with hope
Beautiful. Thats the only way I know how to describe your poetry
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Faded with each passing night Were only relived When they temporarily Came to light. Those lines particularly touched the sorrow of my heart. You have perfectly described how it feels to look at photos of the past and remembering loved ones temporarily - tears held closely in heart and mind. This is a poignant replica of these times of remembrance. Thank you for this amazing ooem and sharing it with us. RoseAnn