Captured Past Poem by Christine K. Trease

Old photographs remember
Years now grown together
Think back to a stolen me
And the things that used to be

A moment time has found again
A moment now bound to remain
Gently caressing,
What once was a blessing
Fingertips trembling
Thoughts assembling
Touching at last
Revived love from the past
If you look at my eyes in my soul you will see
Rememberings will come back to thee
Not withstanding the memory I’m handing
Of a love that used to be
And a resurrected me