I saw the photos
A forgotten past
Me mother's
Childhood home
Tears came
To my eyes
But there
They stopped
Mother's gone and
I'm no child
Something's
Gone stale
I know now
What I did not then
All humanity suffers
It should not
Need quantifying
Know only that
It must touch all
Young or old,
Spring and snow
You and I
Everyone
We know
Will fall
And die
To see it now
Where that
Flower grew
Is a shaking
An awakening
To others who
Came before
Who lived
In places
We never knew
But now
Discover only
In shadows
And in shades
God Himself
Must laugh
At our
Dim view
Backward
Through windowed
Photograph
Only slightly
Less tangible
Than our
Future's past.
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