Emma CookeFamily Album

Worn fingers pick through frozen time,

Ease faded corners,

Pluck fresh faces,

From the years between,

Touching innocence in monochrome.

Remember then?


Tangled but not too far from reach.

Today’s clocks chime

For years and friends gone by

And blank pages

Where unspoken words echo

And crush with aged regret.

© Emma Cooke 2013

Emma Cooke spent her childhood playing with words and writing poems by torchlight while everyone slept. After a long gap from writing, the arrival of her own child prompted her to revisit this lost love

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