Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Watched Over


Your photograph in my hall watches me
passing by, as I move about my house.

You share the expression of Mother's eyes;
my Grandmother's nose would etch the same
fine line as yours in profile - a family
trait, which I have, perhaps, inherited.

From within your rosewood frame you haunt me,
though you have no name which I could verify.
I feel I know you. Were you Great Uncle? 
Great Grandfather? If we'd both been alive
in the same century, we might have talked,
discovered we shared more than family…

But you're not forgotten, dark-haired, distant
relative who remains part of my life..

And I've linked this today to Poetry Pantry

17 comments:

  1. Wonderful words,

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    MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR My Friend

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  2. I wish I could talk to some of the people in the pictures.

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  3. I love looking at the old photos of family and wondering what these family members were like!

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  4. It is fascinating to feel such a connection with someone you never knew. Those old photos can definitely be haunting. I have some old photos like that too & often wish I could climb into the photo to get to know the person more.

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  5. It would be interesting to share notes & family stories with our ancestors ~ Nice family portrait ~

    Wishing you Merry Christmas ~

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  6. ancestors… perhaps we remember them best through our DNA? wishing you joy and peace.

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  7. Cool! I have some of these friendly haunts frozen under glass as well. Would they could talk. This is ode-like, neat.

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  8. the wistful mood gives the poem a sad touch evoking so many wishes....nicely done.

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  9. Enjoyed this as I often wonder what messages my ancestors would have to share.

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  10. I have always enjoyed looking at old photos and, obviously, I do not necessarily know who the person in the photo is. Very nice poem to your ancestor, whoever he is!

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  11. fascinating poem... connections sometimes are mysterious and leave us wondering...

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  12. I have a lot of those kinds of photos and I think along similar lines as I slowly peruse them. The stories may be lost but the wonder remains...I hope it always does. Hope your holiday fulfills your wishes,

    Elizabeth

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  13. Nice tribute to the things we share...more than genes, I think.

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  14. I have a grandmother I never knew... so can relate

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  15. I too love the stories of my ancestors. Pioneers, farmers, cowboys, warriors, and even a pirate . . . I imagine the circumstances surrounding the occasions of sitting for the portrait or more recently the taking of photographs. I somehow think dreams were more simple then . . .

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  16. What a great mystery and yet not one. I wonder what he would have made of you and your life.

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