A Picture’s True Worth
A thousand times you’ll glance this way.
A thousand words you’ll have to say
for every moment captured here:
faces, memories held so dear.
Ancestors held in high esteem,
displayed beside children who seem
to grow before your very eyes.
A cherished group, one may surmise.
But will a thousand words suffice?
For if you try to be concise,
you won’t be able to impart
that it’s true worth lies in your heart.
While writing the poem for my earlier post, on the credenza, I started thinking about a similar display of photos from my past.
This is one of my very early poems – from 1993. In a former life, there was a hallway wall that held twenty, or so, framed photos of past family members (from both sides of our family). A few were from the 1920s, and a couple of mine were from 1880-1890s. There probably is a photo of that wall – just not in my possession. This poem was framed and hung among those photos. (I first posted this poem here, at WordPress, in April 2016.)