on the mantle I see pictures of black and white, at first glance as a child I would simply just glance, as I've grown I see much more in those ole' photographs, there isn't any color but expressions are the same, laughter, sadness, styles of clothes have changed, the people within these framed... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
to look at grandma now is as it has always been, thirty-years ago it was the same she was old, I didn't know her first name, but now much older, the both of us are, I think back and realize even she was a new born, eighty-years on this rock, she has seen so much change, never will she change or sway... Sign in to see full entry.