The silence stretched across the distant years
Such echoes deep into the chaliced heart
The brilliant chasm deep with painful fears
As each one, sacred, disappeared apart
Connected in dimensions colored bright
Each photo captures the detailed drop
Of faces, places, times that filled with light
The moments sparked before their lives were stopped
Reflections filed in delicate contrast
The memories of a lifetime now complete
Kaleidoscope of pictures sharp and fast
Emotions falling, happiness replete
As she looks on, the silence starts to grow
Erasing distant lives she yearned to know
About the Creator
Barb Dukeman
An English teacher by trade, I’ve spent 32+ years in the classroom, instilling a love of literature (and a tolerance of writing) in my students. I started reading at the age of three and started writing at 13 with a poem about green socks.
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