The photograph

an image, sharp,
but in the distance
there is
someone or maybe no one
that sits on swings and plays
a
harp.

heartbeats long ago
like time
they fade into another
winter
one more snow fight
pillow fight
marshmallows steaming
by the firelight,
always something in the
background
backyard
life’s hard in photographs
from old cameras

Ma’s got the dinner cooking
she
was good looking
but to us kids
the dinner looked nicer.

not ending
just beginning.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.