Who Is This Little Girl?
Who is this little girl?
What happened on this day?
Did she grow up to be a Mom?
No one can hardly say.

Such a pretty little picture.
And its condition is quite good.
But no one ever placed it in
the place they really should.

How proud and honored you'd be
to look at yourself someday,
But nothing ever happened
for it to be viewed today.

It wasn't ever enjoyed at all
found in a drawer, in a box,
stored right next to
old letters, lingerie and socks.

So when I came across your picture
it made me sad to see,
for it meant your story's meaning
has been lost in history.


The Strangers in the Box 
By  Pam Harazim

Come, look with me inside this drawer,
In this box I've often seen,
At the pictures, black and white,
Faces proud, still and serene.

I wish I knew the people,
These strangers in the box,
Their names and all their memories,
Are lost among the socks.

I wonder what their lives were like.
How did they spend their days.
What about their special times,
I'll never know their ways.

If only someone had taken time
To tell who, what and when
These faces of my heritage
Would come to life again.

Could this become the fate
of the pictures we take today?
The faces and the memories
Someday to be tossed away.

Make time to save your pictures,
Seize the opportunity when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours could be
The strangers in the box.





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