I search through these old photographs,

Faces hold the key

to open doors from long ago,

Links to them and me.

I’m seeking recognition

and sometimes I find a clue

In a face from decades gone,

that looks like me, or you.

One very old worn photograph,

takes me by surprise–

I see someone, quite like myself;

I recognize those eyes.

Another face looks striking like

my  sister who has died;

But it’s not her I’m looking at;

I’m all choked up inside.

These were my mother’s  sisters,

and her brothers, don’t you know?

See how closely we all look

like faces long ago.


Sandra Lee Smith

Originally comp0osed August 2009;

Updated July 13, 201800

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