Strangers In The Box

  Come, look with me inside this drawer,
  In this box I've often seen,
  At the pictures, black and white,
  Faces proud, still, and 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, and 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 tossed away?

   Make time to save your pictures,
   Seize the opportunity when it knocks,
  Or someday you and yours could be
The strangers in the box.

© 1997 by Pamela A. Harazim. 
All Rights Reserved.  Used with permission.
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When I read this poem, it really hit home. How many

of us have such a box, or photo album that

we may look at from time to time, but as the

years go by we sometimes wonder, "Who

ARE  these strangers in the box?"

We should all take the time to write on the

backs of pictures, names and dates of our

friends and relatives. We sometimes don't

worry about such things until we begin to

get older. Then we look at our pictures and

sometimes do not know some of the people.

What a shame that we don't take the time to

save and share our loved ones with future

generations.  Are you one day going to end

up as, "A stranger in a box?"

The last picture is of my grand-parents, my Dad,

his sister and brothers. They are all no longer

with us, just in memory. I must keep this memory

alive for my children, my grand-children, and on

and on. Lets all take the time to make sure that,

"The Circle Is Unbroken"

*Ziplo*

"Will The Circle Be Unbroken"

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