Jacqueline C Nash

Bronze Star - 2,061 Points (21.09.1951 / Chase Side, Enfield, England, UK)

Photographs - Poem by Jacqueline C Nash

Tucked away in a dark corner
at the bottom of the cupboard,
battered lid atop,
sits a tatty, brown cardboard box,
waiting to be opened.
I take off the lid,
sepia faces stare back at me,
family history.

I tip them onto the carpet,
assorted sizes,
some crumpled,
some with folds,
some stained with ring marks
from cups of coffee or tea
drunk many years ago,
and some; almost perfect.

Aunts, uncles, grandparents,
great aunts and uncles,
great grandparents,
with friends and people
they had met along their way.

Trips to the seaside,
parties,
men in uniform
smoking in the garden,
new born babies,
studio photos of women
trying to look like film stars;
all frozen, locked in a moment of time.

A pang of sadness
grips my heart,
they are
somehow depressing.

Although taken in happy times,
they are brown reminders of
relatives once young,
once alive, enjoying life,
reminders that they once existed.

I feel myself mourning their loss.

With a sad heart
and a sense of my own mortality,
I return them to their box,
replace the dusty, battered lid
and place them once again
in the dark corner
at the bottom of the cupboard.

Topic(s) of this poem: photographs


Comments about Photographs by Jacqueline C Nash

  • Anil Kumar Panda (9/12/2015 12:01:00 PM)


    Getting nostalgic. Sometimes we miss our family members who are gone terribly.Liked it. (Report) Reply

    Jacqueline Nash Jacqueline Nash (9/12/2015 12:04:00 PM)

    Thank you for your comment and really pleased you liked it :)

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  • Kelly Kurt (9/11/2015 10:49:00 AM)


    I have experienced the same thing. Wonderfully written, Jacqueline (Report) Reply

    Jacqueline Nash Jacqueline Nash (9/11/2015 4:40:00 PM)

    Thank you so much for your comment Kelly, very much appreciated :)

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 11, 2015



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