The Photograph Poem by Lacie Hebert

I found an old photograph today, 
Its corners worn and faded gray.
A younger version smiled at me, 
Certain of what life would be.

I laughed because that hopeful face
Could never know this future place.
The roads I'd take, the storms I'd see, 
The things that would eventually leave.

Yet somehow I don't mourn that child.
Because despite each difficult mile,
The person staring from that frame
Would be proud of who I became.