Gems In My Hand Poem by GinNie Tanner Smith

Gems in My Hand
Gin-Nie Tanner Smith
February 10,2012
©Copy right 2012

You listen intently as I share a black and white photo,
A rare gem of heritage circa nineteen hundred thirty seven,
You seem to understand this is your great, great grandmother,
Enjoying three of her grands, Jean, Joyce & Faye,
'That's my Aunt Faye? ' you ask, 'so she was a little girl too? '

You inquire as to why great, great, grand is wearing a silly hat,
You listen intently as I share women protected themselves from the sun,
Your precious face has questions presented within your fair eyes,
'So, granny, was it always black and white, and some gray, in your time? '
'Did you not have color so very long ago, was that sad? '

My heart melts at your observation and wise ponderings,
You listen intently as I explain that color was indeed of then,
We lived in a world of colorful expression and freedom,
That color film wasn't invented and when it was, it was costly,
Amazed, you process your heritage and new knowledge,
I listen intently, as your world grows fuller in front of my eyes.