I figure, we're all but pictures
in a photo album
Life's own memorabilia
Still frames, of active times gone by
We are the roses adorning Popps
next to his '86 Corolla
We are that afro'd Dobie Gray portrait
gracing Uncle's living room
magnified by the warmth of his vocals
We are ever so, the chocolate smudged
grinning rascals, on yellow swings
Our laughters, still echo the vinyl static
of those days
We shed the same tears Auntie shed
when her newborn arrived
We are the sunshine of blessings
jubilation, happy times, tricycles
and the broken glass
in Joe Cocker's voice
We are the memoirs of strife
tape decks, combs in the hair, hopscotch
and songs our mothers used to love
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We'd like to think we are black and white
truth is, we are much more colorful
and connected, as photos in an album
Like a bag of spilled beans
we are the collective remembrance
of all these people - and more
We are the symphony of it all!
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Author:
Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Absolutely love this. You perfectly capture something. All those images coming together. And love the sentiment. Just brilliant.
Thank you Tom... Much much appreciated.
So much here to relate to Garth. Brings back memories of many days gone by. And yes, like a photo album it seems, turning the pages of our mind. Excellent penmanship here Garth. 😉👍
Thank you, AP, for relating to this one, and for the kind visit. Much appreciated.
Your words are elevated and supreme in this poem. I am moved by the poem’s all important message and am moving to every note of this beautiful and intimate family photo album. I even feel joy as if I am a part of it. It is an incredibly delicate task to witness and be a part of your story. Well done!
Hi P
Thank you so so much... Believe me, I enjoy being a part of your pen journey as well. I am deeply enriched by your words of appreciation for this piece. Grace and blessings to you!
Aah nostalgia in poetic form! Beautifully written and so descriptive, i can almost see myself in that photo album. Thank you for taking us back to the care-free times. Great work G, as always.
Pardon me, I see I never came back to thank you. These are very kind words, fellow writer. Accept my deeply felt gratitude. Many many thanks.
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