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Updated: Dec 3, 2022

Photographs are cruel they torture and they wound

Piercing the heart that aches for youth

And mourns those not around

They show the past that’s slipped away

As though it were just yesterday.

They've neither flesh nor warmth of blood

No beating heart, no touch, no love.

No paper image can replace

a touch, a breath, a hand, a face.

Not real and near they have no voice

No loving nearness there by choice.

No living being fills the space,

With laugh, or scent, or pride of place.

Not for me these paper squares

Yellow, dog eared, aged, fading,

Ageless smiles and practiced pose

Silent staring, faded stone.

Tara Gill

Photo by Roman Kraft on Unsplash

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