Polaroid Memory

Flipping through the album
I found a memory of time
Encased in sepia
With a hint of black and white

Your voice calls beyond the grey
Urging me to stay and admire
The wonderful moments we shared,
But they only fill me with dread

You smile from the faded Polaroid,
Your eyes frozen
With the purest love and respect
From the small memory you still seem so animated...

Your laugh echoes the halls
And your voice fills the holes in the porch
As I see you sitting in that chair
Joking, with your cigarette.

I wish to climb into that sepia setting,
To feel your lively presence,
And let myself become one
With a small never-ending cycle.

Flipping through the album
I found a memory of time
Encased in a tear-stained sepia
Where your love was immortilized for eternity.

© Franklin J. Stadler

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This poem is dedicated to my loving Aunt who passed away due to cancer.
I wanted to immortalized her in my poetry, because she was the best Aunt I could've ever asked for.

May she rest in peace...😭
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