KJ Eastwick
Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
Different Places
Why do photos make me sad
When the person has moved on
Many people look at them
Good memories flood
And smiles begin
Me, I get a slight small smile
And then a tear forms in my eye
For I will never see them again
And that for me, it is the end
All those images that prompt good memories
I’d rather not be reminded
I don’t know if this makes me odd
Or negative or lost
I can remember them just fine
In talking, thinking and in my mind
It is the images I see of them
That trigger sadness in the end
It is not the memories and the laughter
The stories, high-jinx or the here-after
But simply the sight of their smiling faces
That hits home to me,
They are in different places.
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The photos make me sad, too! Great poem!!!! 🙂
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Glad to know I am not alone.
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