Old photographs come,
My brother emailed me them,
And people like them.
Black and white photos,
Of those days so long ago,
Days of innocence.
I sit on the grass,
Eighteen months old I would guess,
But I don’t recall.
As complex as simple is.
Old photographs come,
My brother emailed me them,
And people like them.
Black and white photos,
Of those days so long ago,
Days of innocence.
I sit on the grass,
Eighteen months old I would guess,
But I don’t recall.