Faded pictures
fragments of time
an old stapler
now repainted
an ancient wallet
carried by my father
through war
through peace
through youth
through old age
consistency
perseverance
order
respect
these words
come to mind
he taught us to pray
short prayers
simple
he brought home
a fresh fir tree
on Christmas Eve
I look at his worn wallet
his death certificate
his family pictures
in hazy sepia images
one thing about
memories
they are alive
even though
all those people
are dead
all those mementos
useless
unless
you happen to be
his daughter
so beautiful and brightness added by the photo which ye added thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful words, Liilia, 'consistency, perseverance, order, respect', wonderful vignette of memories in the photo!