Family Album: Poem by Emma Cooke
Family Album
Worn fingers pick through frozen time,
Ease faded corners,
Pluck fresh faces,
From the years between,
Touching innocence in monochrome.
Remember then?
Dreams
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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Thanks for ‘Family Album’ Emma. I love the line: ‘pluck fresh faces.’ An album that you hold is quite unusual in this digital age, but there is something about pictures on pages, held in ‘worn fingers’ that makes the regret and sadness you have captured here, much more palpable.