Magic of Photographs.
The magic of old photographs of mine,
Unchanging Images that are frozen in time.
A moment captured in a blink of an eye,
The forgotten stories of time gone by.
Some faces have changed quite a lot,
Some are still with us, some are not.
Recalling a special day leaves me with a smile,
The memories have taken me back awhile.
Inherited photographs passed on to me,
In an old cardboard box, for all to see
Really old pictures faded and small,
Some people there I just cannot recall.
Could never throw these pictures away,
I know someone else will have them someday.
Eventually those faces won't have a name,
But the magic they hold, will be the same.
Copyright Mark Ainslie 2016