John Carter Brown


My Photograph - Poem by John Carter Brown

Of all the worldly goods I own,
Of all that I possess,
One photograph means more to me,
Much more than all the rest.

Who took this precious photograph
I couldn't really say;
I only know the subject is
More lovely than the day.

A face so radiant, so serene,
And known and loved so well;
This photograph I hold so dear,
I'd never give or sell.

True beauty comes from deep within,
It's something you can't buy;
It's captured on my photograph,
And cameras never lie.

It may be silly fancy,
And mock me if you will;
But when I choose to look at it
All time is standing still.

I know I'm looking at the past,
But I don't care, you see
My Mother's eyes are filled with love,
And looking right at me.

Written Nov 1994

Listen to this poem:

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A simple poem about my lovely Mum, now, sadly, gone on ahead.

Comments about My Photograph by John Carter Brown

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Friday, August 17, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 21, 2012


[Report Error]