He sits on the sofa,
flipping through pages
of a family album.
A sad smile crosses his face
as he remembers the past.
Summer vacations,
birthday parties,
children’s recitals
and graduations.
Anniversary dinners,
barbeques
and Christmases past.
He sighs deeply,
longing for days gone by –
Not realizing
that they are only
fragments of life
made into perfection
– Moments frozen in time –
Captured only in photographs.
4 comments:
Nostalgia can be sweet, but for some it is a bittersweet pill to take, realizing the "good" days and the fun time when we are young and carefree . . . Now only able to recreate the memories by gazing as faded photographs . . . Such is the lot of those who outlive the reality that they must gaze as cardboard memories . .
Yes, Jerry, you stated exactly what I was trying to convey. Thank you for being here!
how funny... I have been working on a poem with the same theme... :~)
"fragments of time"
Nostalgia does funny things to our minds... we remember things so perfectly rather than the way they really happened... but I still love to reminisce!
Cryssa
I, too like to think back on the past,but the problem lies when we paint the past as perfection, not realizing that there were problems then, too. We tend to look back on the past as "the good old days," when the fact is, THESE are the good old days! We're living them, each and everyday. Thank you Cryssa for taking the time to read and comment. It's truly appreciated. Good luck on your new poem!
Post a Comment