In the photo, suspended in time,
the cellophane yellows and peels
in my hands as it is turned
over and over.
The date and description on the back,
the picture on the front,
smiling faces that are frozen by a lens
trapped for eternity.
A face that reflects my own stares back at me
but it isn't me;
they are features that were handed to me -
that originated in the tall, brick house with horses
that housed six children, running through the halls.
I flip the yellowing picture in my hand
and gather the people laughing;
the pose is just how it was
but it is in the now.
I raise my camera black, sleek, metal - different from the original
but holding the same concepts and feeling.
Suspended by time,
the camera flashes 50 years later
with a photo that will be turned again and again until it is yellowed
and then the flash will capture me.
About the Creator
A Gonyer
I'm a college student and a creative writing minor trying to get some of my work seen. I prefer to write various types of fiction, but I also enjoy writing poetry.
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