Photograph
09/09/2013 Photograph An old colorless photograph of a woman looked back at me. Dark hair hung losely on her shoulders, a pale but lovely face. I wondered what dreams this woman may have had, What plans might have washed away in some silent tears. I grew to learn that she possessed intelligence and love. But now I realized the youthful beauty, she once was. I felt for her losses, youth and beauty changed by time; Of opportunities lost, chances and journeys forgone. Then a faint voice whispered from the photograph. It’s same voice that echos from my heart today. My son, smile with me, rejoice in the journey I took. Because its many twists and turns lead me to all of you.
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