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Memories In a Photograph

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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.


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


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

© 2021 Pamela Oglesby

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