Memories Poem by Seamus O' Brian

Memories

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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
smiling.
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.

Memories
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood ,memories,photographs
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Finding an old photo, forgotten in my desk
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Seamus O' Brian

Seamus O' Brian

Galway, Ireland
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