Neal Beightol

Memories - Poem by Neal Beightol

candid photographs from the past
lie unobtrusively in the drawer
of my desk. First drawer
on the right.
Like pieces of my life
A small stack, quiet
In the darkness

A younger me
My daughter- now a young lady
Then a small tiger,
with black marker whiskers
and black marker nose,
held in my arms,
and smiling.

How a black marker
can transform
a three year old
into a tiger
is magic.

Like memories lying
quietly in a drawer.

Topic(s) of this poem: childhood , memories, photographs

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Finding an old photo, forgotten in my desk

Comments about Memories by Neal Beightol

  • Neal Beightol Neal Beightol (8/24/2016 12:06:00 PM)

    1/10? Really? I would never desire to foist such a lousy poem upon the world, but in the absence of any commentary elucidating such a low rating, I will be forced to assume someone was just plowing through randomly assigning ratings to increase their profile points. Thanks anyway for stopping by. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 24, 2016

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