Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Tattered Edges and Fingerpringts

Tattered edges and fingerprints are the first thing that I see;
I hold in my hand, pictures so dear reflecting you and me.
Worn and torn, sprinkled with teardrop stains, these pictures with me go
Around the world and back again, through sunshine, rain or snow.

Tattered edges and fingerprints cover the one on the left,
The oldest of all, reflecting the most beautiful theft.
Stealing hearts of all that see timeless friendship in you and me,
Foam curlers, fleece jammies, and smiles, forever friends we will be.

Tattered edges and fingerprints create the most perfect frame
For our deep, brown, glistening eyes with just innocence to claim.
Our baby teeth smile so wide, reflecting on our little joys,
Games, movies, swimming and sleepovers, but not yet stinky boys.

Tattered edges and fingerprints and this time teardrop stains,
Accompany the one in the middle, a day not lived in vain.
Our bright smiles followed our tears, remembering a brother lost,
Holding tight to family and friends as Heaven's boundary was crossed.

Tattered edges and fingerprints in early stage to the right,
Much older then, than the ones on the left, but smiles just as bright.
Ringlets replace our curlers, long dresses replace our jammies,
A fun night filled with laughter and boys, moments you helped me seize. 

Tattered edges and fingerprints don't touch the one on the end
It portrays a recent time, a flat tire our plans did suspend.
Though our lips curve down, twinkling eyes radiate our laughter,
We found the spare, then with blank stares, wondered what to do after.

Tattered edges and fingerprints, display appreciation,
For good times had, hard times survived in this and other nations.
No longer children, innocence faded, dark eyes and bright smiles,
Will emanate and carry forth our friendship for miles and miles.

Tattered edges and fingerprints, the best part of these pictures,
Emblems of reflection, never being confined by strictures. 
In times of strife or loneliness, these pictures I hold in hand,
Portray the memories of you and me that will always stand.









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