Old Photograph.

Old Photograph.

One moment caught from moving, an image caught in time.

Now a loving memory, of when your heart was mine.

Sepia face of 1914,

I search you now for all I can glean.

This, a map and letter are left,

Console me now as I’m bereft.

I’ll not see you ever again,

Meet somewhere but I’m not sure when.

I’ll lay a wreath of poppies on memorial day,

Because I love you now, more than words can ever say.

As you fade in time from brown to grey,

I trust that in my heart you’ll stay.

Now your album, I’ll hold so near,

Long sleep my sweet, my dove, my dear