my parents are 89 and 92...still chugging along..but have started asking me what i want of theirs...really nothing...but i have asked for two things...one is a set of old classical music on vinyl..the other is a photo album of most of their relatives..their parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles...the settings, the texture of the photos...almost like adam and eve being photographed, they look so old...
the cars...from the 1920's and 30's...what a feel..
This is excellent, and brings with it the nostalgia that we all feel when looking at old albums and pictures from the past. The past is not dead, but living on with us, just mute and quiet, and representing what has been instead of what might be.
sometimes smiles can be fake, too, and wouldn't you rather be far away from those?
this poem was easy to relate to, which is why i liked it very much. Thank you for putting into words some of those things we always feel and never know how to express.