Photograph. Poem by Alistair Plint

Memories of a forgotten past
forgotten people
or a time
cast aside
Family sunsets
natural profiles
& unspoken history
sometimes light,
mostly dark.

Remember
the clothes we wore
that crazy haircut,
then we laugh.
Every mum has one of their
now grown - babies - bare - bum.
In my town, each house
has a sepia print
of the great
forefathers
outside a
mining store.

We are proud of some
first day at school
first scout badge
sport trophies
graduation
or the first car.

We have those
we regret
just one
to many glasses
or a quick
judgment whim.
When the moment got so hot
we didn't notice
the flash
during the
slap and tickle.
The mug-shot with a
finger-print.
The one the
search engines find,
that we can't explain.

Some are prints
and some are
just remembered
on a ‘quick-stick'.

Where do you treasure them?

I keep mine
in an old box
labelled it
'men's-toys'
stole the phrase from Webster.
But its okay
he's photo of then
has him at
under ten.

Back to my question

Where do you store yours?

Click!