Imagination? Poem by John A'Hern

A photo hangs upon a wall,
always there and seen by all.
Familiar surroundings and memories,
Grandparents home always a welcome.
If you look closely, there is you and I,
what was the occasion?
Why? You ask, I cannot reply.
Study faces old and young
all of them looking so welcoming.
Grandparents sitting there, so proud
their children grew up that used to surround.
Where are they now? You ask yourself
all corners of World, some nearby.
Do they visit? I hear you say
only when they want to play.
Study of photo lingers on
smiles seem to turn to frowns.
Blink your eyes in disbelief
characters more lifelike than seems.
Imagination running wild
gaze is fixed despite my tries.
Voices seem to hang in the air
cannot make sense of anything there.
Just a photo look away,
I try again as they watch and stare.
Close my eyes and fall to the ground
fainting spell has me bound.
Awaken sitting among my friends,
apparently, I had a fall, the photo is not there at all.