It’s a shame but he seems like a total stranger
Herbert Lacey, my grandfather.
He’s just nineteen in the photograph
Taken, I’m told, in nineteen-oh-nine.
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Don't you wish old photographs could talk? As I read this poem, my two year old grandson was playing with the photograph of his grandfather, my first husband who died when my youngest child was six. I hope they will have the good sense to talk to the old photos and maybe have a bit of gratitude in their heart, too. Thanks for this poem, Peter.
Raynette
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Don't you wish old photographs could talk? As I read this poem, my two year old grandson was playing with the photograph of his grandfather, my first husband who died when my youngest child was six. I hope they will have the good sense to talk to the old photos and maybe have a bit of gratitude in their heart, too. Thanks for this poem, Peter. Raynette