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:
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!
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