Strangers in the Box
Come,look with me inside this drawer,
In this box I’ve often seen,
At the picture, 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 time
To tell who, what, where, 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 tossed way?
Make time to save your pictures,
Seize the opportunity when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours could be
The strangers in the box.
1997 by Pamela A. Harazim
We may not use a “box” anymore but we sure do store on computers, phones and camera scan disc. Who will write the story of all those images? Let me help get you started…
Mary Beth Lovejoy, photographer
315.374.0506 or 585.348.7380