Faded Photographs Poem by Paul Reed

I placed the photograph of my father and me
In front where I could see
And the sun came out and shone
Across the powdered edges
And re-lit the scene;
Forty years ago
That place will still exist
But I will never go back
I am there now in spirit and memory

Then I looked this morning
At the picture of mother and me
On a grey pier
With hope in my eyes
But a resigned look in yours;

With chilling heart I realise
I hold you in separate places
When you were always together;
I hope you are together now;
For the faded and creased photographs
Have to the suns aging bowed;
And I know that they will not last forever
As with you that have both gone;
But I know that deep in my soul
My love for you forever lives on