Carefully selecting photos from the
hodge-podge of photographs, strewn across the
dining room table, discarding some and
keeping others, as if some images
of her loved ones, were less significant
then others. Aging hands fastidiously
adhering them to cardstock-the colors
of the rainbow limited for effect.
Punched up with stickers, embellishments and
borders, preserving memories a bit better
than life really was-future history.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem