Memories In a Photograph
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Photograph
Brenda Arledge, a friend to all, has provided a 33rd prompt, “photograph”. I was just blank after I read that prompt, but I did have surgery on my cervical spine a week ago Wednesday. I am recovering quite well.
Over the last couple of days I started thinking about photographs and how I value the ones from the past when we were younger and my sons were children. I appreciate all Brenda has done to help many of us to explore more avenues to express ourselves.
Heartbreak
She held the photograph in her hand
Her wedding took place so long ago
Tears flowed free as she had no plan
Everyone could see she lost her glow
How much more could she withstand
He was gone but she sure didn’t know
She was enduring the pain firsthand
Decisions now would have to be slow
He was gone she did not understand
He protected her, she had no foe
Why would God take such a good man
She hurt so much, she was so low
How was she going to be able to stand
Her emotions were so horribly low
If she fell how low would she land
She really wished she too was below
The photograph dropped on the nightstand
Her emotions continued to range to and fro
Her tears flowed constantly into her hands
Her daughter hugged her and said hello
She had to live but she hadn’t planned
A life alone she did not want to undergo
She knew she needed to take a firm stand
She recognized she would need to grow
Acrostic Poem - Photograph
Photographs capture our memories
How very joyous they can be
Our lives on film we do love
Together we capture our lives
Our joyous memories of the past
Getting our joy printed on film
Always is fun and a good memory
Photographs help us to remember
Having our past captured forever
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Loss Of a Loved One
The loss of your partner (husband or lover) is heartbreaking. As my husband and I age with all our medical problems I thought of life without him, and it would break my heart. He loves me unconditionally and takes care of me. I take care of him as well. I want to spend each day I have left with him. That was my feeling when I wrote the first poem.
Pictures And Memories
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