When Pictures Speak

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

I saw the face and the smile on an old tattered photograph I found stored away. Forgotten memories in abandoned places. One moment forever frozen on a photograph, bringing back the voice, the look, the scent, the feel, and the emotion of having shared a life that still resides inside my heart and mind.

WHEN PICTURES SPEAK

By Al Garcia

I saw the face and the smile on an old tattered photograph I found stored away.  Forgotten memories in abandoned places.  One moment forever frozen on a photograph, bringing back the voice, the look, the scent, the feel, and the emotion of having shared a life that still resides inside my heart and mind. 

And all it took was one captured moment in a photograph to release the memories that make that moment and that life come back to life, and make me reminisce of days long gone, and of fading times and places that used to be.

An old tattered photograph, capturing a face and a smile that I always thought would never fade or ever die, because they were part of me.  How sad to see how time has washed away the dreams, and obscured the energy and the essence of what once had been.  To an old ragged and tattered photograph of a time before the sunset came, brings tears and whimpers, and memories of days that seemed ethereal, and nights that refreshed and recharged the lust for life within, through dreams and thoughts and images of the promise of tomorrows.

And I see the photograph in front of me and realize the treasures left behind -- isolated moments of a special and irreplaceable life, forever captured, forever real and still a part of me.  And all the days and all the time they shared with me, still living in a simple tattered photograph, stored away in some forgotten place, waiting silently to reemerge to touch my heart and soul again, and to keep the face and smile etched in my memories alive, until the day someone finds a photograph of me, and remembers the time before my sunset came. 

To find my mother’s photograph, brings back time that had long been lost, but not forgotten.  To feel the joy of her again.  To sense the pain and emptiness of loss again.  A captured moment, frozen in time, but not in the beating heart of me.

When pictures speak, memories come alive, and the voice, the look, the scent, the feel, and the emotion of having shared a lifetime returns, and reignites the flame that burned so bright and cast a light on promises and dreams that came to be.  One captured moment of a life that still lives inside if me.


Submitted: June 17, 2021

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