Photograph

 

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Me – age 5

 

Hidden away

In the recesses

Of a forgotten room

There lies a young

Misplaced soul

Fair and bright-eyed

With an angelic smile

She awaits

An unexpected admirer

Sheer panels

Of wispy white fabric

Flow fluidly

From a bare window

Gently reassuring her

That the breeze

Has not abandoned her

Tiny elbows rest firmly

On a desk made

Especially for her

Small delicate hands

Tuck up under

A brave little chin

She sits in seclusion

While the world

Ignores her plight

Memories of her

Once eager presence

Have long been erased

The days

Of her childhood

A far distant memory

Captured long ago

In a well-posed portrait

Now the only

Living testament

Of her short-lived existence

The remainder

Of her days

Now spent resting

On a dusty ledge

Few remembering

Her delightful carefree spirit

As the years

Pass silently by


Written by, Michelle Cook


Originally posted: September 16, 2016

50 responses to “Photograph

  1. This was lovely, the description allowed me to visualize this in my mind’s eye. Always beautiful writing from you, Michelle. Hope you’re doing well!

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  2. Thank you Clarissa! It’s always a pleasure to hear from you. Hope you’re doing well yourself. πŸ™‚

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  3. Beautifully touching. Thank you for sharing this with us Michelle

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  4. Thank you for sharing, was very full of heart and emotion.
    Keep Smiling.

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  5. You’re welcome and thank you for reading and your very thoughtful comment. It’s been fun going through some of my old posts and reposting them. Glad you’re enjoying them too.

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  6. Thank you… I will. ☺️

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  7. This is so beautiful, Michelle. Really stunning, a bit sad and lonely, and very touching. ❀

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  8. Thank you D….. Hope you had a very blessed Easter. 🌷

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  9. You too, Michelle. ❀

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  10. Thank you Vonita! πŸ˜‰

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  11. Those photos of you are charming, Michelle. And, your poem is poignant and beautiful. πŸ™‚

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  12. Thank you Tonya…. believe it or not, those photos were taken at a laundromat. πŸ˜‰

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  13. I would have never guessed! They’re delightful. You’re as cute as a button!! 😊

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  14. Lol…. thank you. ☺️

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  15. Please bring the childhood back. I beg to be a child again.

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  16. Life was often simpler, that’s for sure! πŸ˜‰

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  17. Yes for sure and way happier

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  18. I’m not so sure of that for myself. My childhood wasn’t the happiest, but life was sure simpler than it is nowadays, before all the new advances in technology. I miss those days because of that.

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  19. Well same here, we were quite poor. But still we have a much content life unlike today.

    People use to have respect for elders and love for the young. Now it’s slowly fading.

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  20. We were poor too…. but I think we appreciated things more, because we had hardly anything. And the respect for others was definitely different back then.

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  21. Couldn’t agree with you more. The commercialism and capitalism has ruined everything and icing in the cake is the mobile technology.

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  22. And there’s just no way to go back…

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  23. I was showing my daughter her infant picture and videos from mobile and she suddenly said, Dad I wanted to be like this small and cute.

    I told her you can’t, and than we had quite a bit of drama. lol

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  24. Lol…. oh that’s funny… πŸ˜€

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  26. Diane sent me here and I am glad she did.

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  27. Awww…. thank you. πŸ˜‰

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  28. I’m visiting via Diana @ myths in the mirror. I was intrigued by the beginning and had to come here for the rest. To me, this speaks of a wistful longing for the innocence of youth. Am I even a little bit close?

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  29. It’s actually about a photograph sitting on a shelf in a room that’s hardly visited. I felt sad for the person in the picture. They were long deceased and only a picture of them as a child still remained. Made me sad that they have mostly been forgotten. I wanted to bring remembrance to them by writing this poem. Thank you for your visit. πŸ˜‰

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  30. Darn – I have such a hard time with poetry. I was COMPLETELY off the mark. Having said that, I really liked it πŸ™‚

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  31. Thanks Joanne…. the good thing about poetry is that it can mean so many things to so many different people. Years from now this will probably mean something different to even me…. πŸ˜‰

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  32. It’s actually comforting to here that!

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  33. That’s good! πŸ˜‰

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  34. Poignant and moving. πŸ™‚

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  35. Lovely. This seems to speak of loneliness. Good writing. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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  36. Thank you so much Sebnem. πŸ™‚

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  37. Thanks Suzanne. πŸ™‚

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  38. This is an exquisite poem.

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  39. Thank you… very kind of you to say. πŸ™‚

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  41. Thank you πŸ™‚

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  42. Love this, well done!

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  43. Thank you Marcia! πŸ™‚

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