Sadness |
by Dennis Wilken

Snapshots so pathetic,
How did it come to this?
Everyone in the frame,
Grannies, uncles, cousins,
Not to mention Dad,
Except for me;
But the beautiful blonde boy I was
In the sliver-bearded man who remains,
One tear in each tired eye,
Staring at old photos
Of folks once loved long gone.

Dennis Wilken is veteran journalist and writer.  He lives in Seattle Washington.