Friday, April 7, 2023

Linda & John

 Our likeness was captured and placed in a frame,

Now we are destined to sit here and smile –

Nowhere at all does it mention our name,

We’ll be here for quite a long while.

Through yard sales and garage sales to antique shops in time,

We will travel through life just as faces –

In cartons and boxes with clocks that don’t chime,

With postcards of forgotten places,

We know you don’t know us, our houses are gone

Our number – don’t bother to call it,

We’re simply a couple, call us Linda and John –

The ones who came with your wallet.


1 comment:

Pauline said...

So True..........I know two families in our family who have pictures of people on their walls that I have never seen and do not recognize as our family members. HONESTLY! I speak the truth! And I often wonder where our grandmother and grandfather are hung up. That was such a cool bubble-glass frame! I really love this poem!