Frozen in time
Our joys and our sorrows
A snapshot to cherish
For all those tomorrows

A box of them found
Brings all sorts of

Snap Shots

I went to my daughters wedding. The photographer was wielding his fare. I was there in person,
saw the whole thing;

Wonderful memories, captured in time
Each snapshot has its own story to tell
Silent, with no need for spoken words
But

Framed

There are three snapshots on the mantle.
I call them before, during and after.

SNAPSHOTS FROM MY SUMMER VACATION

Diesel fumes
And stirred up road salts
Swallow hitchhikers
And stray dogs,
As the radio signals