And all are destined to emerge.
They can't remain unsaid.
They're pleading for creation
and they're begging to be read.

It stimulates responses so
ubiquitous and rich.
And all this from a picture
gazed upon...speaking of which...

I fin'lly go to see the photos
from the recent cruise.
And there she was before me;
on the first one I did choose.

Her face looked out and smiled at me; a subtle, teasing grin. Her eyes portrayed a soul at peace. A nice place to be in.

A hearty mass of ebony
enframed this lovely face.
Her locks so long and wavy
as they fell with supple grace.

Such calmness emanated from
this lady, curley-haired.
So ready for whate're should come;
for anything, prepared.

Her face conveyed an attitude;
proclaiming what's in store
she'll surely ably manage,
like she'd always done before.

Her whole persona radiated
firm but quiet zeal.
Her calm expression seemed to say:
No problem! No big deal!

The look was precious.There she was;
the camera had preserved
a cool collected lady,
with demeanor, so reserved.

That image peering out
pushed recollections to revive.
Then, rather than a picture,
what I held was quite alive.

A definite sensation, from that
picture, I did feel.
My fingers touched the edges
and her presence seemed so real.

I know one can't turn back the clock
or cry for milk that spilled.
But lots of mem'ries we did share;
with these, I'm amply filled.

But I am also happy now
and with that thought, I smiled.
Still, mem'ries stir a potent brew
which must be reconciled.

I tried to sort my jumbled mind;
digesting this contrast.
Inside my head, a tapestry:
The Future- Now-The Past.

For these three are all intertwined;
a mix quite rancorous!
The pattern weaved, we might not like
but its design is: Us!

This photo really struck a nerve;
it opened, wide, a door.
And this was just the first one!
Dare I, look at any more?

The past returned as she looked out;
but, with that, I could cope.
The "Now" was filled with pleasure
and the "Future" rife with hope.