Old Picture Poem by Itai Oscar

Down by the riverside
I slowly walk along the river
Bare footed
Leaving fresh imprints on the
Sand
Oblivious of the heat from the
Sun

It has been long since I
Walked along this river
It's parched and thirsty
The surroundings triggers
My memory especially
The rocks protruding
On the other side

A giant hand flips through
The files in my memory
And brings out an old picture

The picture of my dad and I
We would walk hand in hand
Along this river
Fishing rods in one hand
The river flowing with fresh
Water
Catching gargantuan fish

It's been ten years years now
The old picture is still there
It's not faded
The sun has never shined on it
Not even a speckle of dust rested
Upon it

The old picture
Securely kept in my memory
Love wrapping it's arms tightly
Around it
I treasure the old picture
If only I can give it life