I was at the library one afternoon doing some family research and just happened to run across this poem. Immediately it captured my full attention because I have some of these unknown photos. In fact at the time my Aunt Eve was still alive and as soon I got home I emailed her and asked her if she had any idea about the photos. All she could tell me about them was they were familiar faces to her but that is all she knew. There is no one alive in my family now that will ever be able to solve this mystery for me, what a sad thought.
| Strangers In The Box -- Author: Unknown |
Come look with me inside this drawer,
In this box I've often seen.
All the pictures, black and white.
Faces proud, still, serene.
I wish I knew the people,
These strangers in the box,
Their names and all their memories,
Are lost among my socks.
I wonder what their lives were like?
How did they spend their days?
What about their special times?
I'll never know their ways,
If only someone had taken the time,
To tell who, what, or when,
These faces of my heritage,
Would come to life again.
Could this become the fate,
Of the pictures we take today,
The faces and the memories,
Someday to be passed away?
Make time to save your pictures,
Seize the opportunity when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours could be,
The strangers in the box. |
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