Faded Pictures Poem by Myrtle Thomas

Faded Pictures


Faded pictures held in time
treasures of the heart, locked away in the mind
loved people and places, never seem to change
are like living beings moving, though death took it's way
Lost in location or through death, the memories
remain the same
nature calls it's limits as it's stop light on
this life has to end somewhere so another can begin

Like birthing pains in nature, in life
there are birthing pains in death, to take us
to rest awhile before we re-enter life
as pictures fade and wrinkle we also do the same

Countless pictures flash before us through out
our living days
the recording system sounds the voices of hate, anger and love
matching the pictures with the voices also fade in time.

MyrtleThomas