“Selected Memories From My Photo Album”

A fingered photo of buddies
dressed in drab-hued Scout uniforms.
Smudged names inked on top of figures
my heart to the memory warms.

My friends, proud in black caps and gowns
fresh faces with ambitions clear.
Who knew some would go off to war
to face unknown futures with fear.

High school sweethearts, then bride and groom
feed cake to each other with care.
Love colors the old black and whites
of those of our gang who were there.

New baby with proud mom and pop
Godparents with presents galore.
Old friends stand in wings with advice
on diapers, car seats, docs and more.

Last pic, only four faces grace
the scene at the gravesite so sad.
We stand alone, remembering
those wonderful friends we have had.

(Written for dVerse Poets, Meeting the Bar: To Friends. October 10, 2013.)

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18 Responses to “Selected Memories From My Photo Album”

  1. Hit home. Main reason for facebook stay in touch with frat bros and gals of 45 years ago. My how they’ve changed, and their children and grandchildren, and those no longer with us.

  2. brian miller says:

    what a journey in your words…a journey through the pictures is hard to take at times as you watch familiar faces begin to disappear from them as they progress….lots of sentiment in it though for sure…

  3. This was a real sad story… really a photo album can give you a complete story.. and the end is a of course always sad….

  4. claudia says:

    with some friends we can look back on such a long journey.. and the gap they leave is unbelievably painful…felt…

  5. Mary says:

    How quickly time passes; and sad when some friends pass away. Coincidentally tomorrow I am meeting up with some old college friends from ‘quite a while back.’ One of the group is no longer with us…and eventually there will be one last person standing. We really never know who it will be. Life and friendship passes way too soon. Your scene painted was vivid…four around the grave. Sad, but the stuff of life, unfortunately.

  6. Friends are such a treasure. My thought is those we keep for a lifetime are rare gems.

  7. Gabriella says:

    Striking image at the end vb! I like how you share your photos with us.

  8. Laurie Kolp says:

    The memories live on forever.

  9. billgncs says:

    touching – I read your work and jealously click “like” Very nice.

  10. grapeling says:

    a vibrant and respectful pen, vb~

  11. aprille says:

    The friends may be gone, but the friendship remains.
    My mind remembers them in the things they said.
    And I am still grateful for those words.

  12. Age and death, sad realities awaiting us all!

  13. Yes, those wonderful friends who last a lifetime with us! And gradually they – and we – move on, but who would be without such treasures in our lives?

  14. ManicDdaily says:

    Yes– impossible to believe how time passes and then people are gone–so difficult. k.

  15. When we’re young, we think we will live forever. The great thing about photos is that they take us right back to our past – which is what maes who we are now. The ending was so sad, but you charted a life lived in just a few words. So very well done.

  16. Four around the grave – says it all. Yikes. Life is way too short. Especially at my age. Smiles.

  17. Elliot says:

    Time is the great unraveler.

  18. Eric Alagan says:

    Ultimately, we’re left with memories, I guess.

    Enjoyed this post.

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