Wanda Dee Sullman
A Photograph - Poem by Wanda Dee Sullman
A photograph can be a vehicle, into someone's past.
It also can bring tears or joy,
That will make your heart beat fast.
When I look at certain photographs, my eyes of water
for people you can't bring back,
Though only in your dreams.
You can stare at a photo, time, and time, again.
Though nothing will ever change,
The picture that their in.
If photos are the only thing you have, of the loved one
that you miss.
At least you have those memories,
For those thank God, for this.
If a photograph causes you pain,
don't often sit and stare
For you're only hurting yourself,
and causing countless tears.
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