Time Photographed Poem by elysabeth faslund
Time Photographed
Grandma at nineteen...one
Curl gracing her big,
Brown eyes...
Brown hair up in a bun,
Wisps hanging down.
High, frilly collar around
Her long, alabaster neck...
Prominant, Cherokee cheekbones.
Such a faraway gaze...
Was it to the Past...
Or to Louis, her future?
Handlebar moustache he wore.
Blonde hair, thin nose.
Is today nostalgic...
Or, do I just have Time?
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4/16/2024 4:24:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Elysabeth! You have time, to be nostalgic! Thanks for sharing! ! *10*! ! ! Thad