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 serene.

I wish I knew the people,
these strangers in the box,
their names and all their memories
are lost among my 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, where or 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 passed away?

Make time to save your stories,
seize the opportunity when it knocks,
or someday you and yours could be
the strangers in the box.

I love that Daff is it one you have written?

How often have I stated on forums for folk to get the photos out and put a name and place as well as a date to them.
It happened to me with my mothers old sepia photos that survived the London Blitz going back to WW1.
I had NO IDEA who the soldiers were in gaiters and peaked caps.

Great Poem.

It is and thought provoking too.

Not my work Maisie, its by Pam Harazim.
Came across it a few years agon and thought it appropriate for all the Ancestor Hunters here.

Whoever wrote it Daff its still a great little poem.
It gets the message home.