Olden hands, open book
Flip from page to page
Familiar smile, misty eyes
Long for bygone days

Pictures old and tattered
Stagnant browns and grays
Faded color, rips and tears
Oh, marvel at the page

Standing in their prime
Vibrant in their youth
Stand alone, or family
Such a motley group

Dresses overflowing
Blouses to their necks
Prim and proper, beautiful
These women at their best

Donning handsome Sunday garb
Men strike their manly pose
Their faces full of history
These pictures surely show

Babies in their christening gowns
Children dolled up and proper
Lived and gone some children are
Can’t help but sit and ponder

Window to the past
These pictures truly prove
Love and treasure history
Instill it in our youth

Another page, another group
Of family dead and gone
To wonder at their ways and whys
Their memories live on

Flip a page, crack a smile
Another memory
Grandma, Grandpa, Parent and Child
Our family history

Bobbie Sandlin

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A poem about family history, flipping through picture albums…marveling at our ancestors

All writing in my gallery is © Bobbie Sandlin


  • BarbaraWilliams
    BarbaraWilliamsover 6 years ago

    I love this. You are a wonderful poet

  • Thank you! I’m glad you like it!

    – Bobbie Sandlin

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