MS (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

! ! The Guy In The Photograph

Out of the old tin frame
the 1944, I guess, photo, shines
a carefree smile from the 15-year-old
caught on a hillside in the summer air
in pure happiness..or so it images..

It’s the only photo from the album
that I like to have around; I look at it
and marvel that I ever looked like that
for more than one unguarded moment..

Is the story of my childhood that I tell myself,
the agonies of growing up, the uncertainties,
the discovery that parents are not perfect…
the not knowing who one really is…or might be…
all that, a fiction, or a fraction of the truth?

From time to time, I glance at it,
(as my parents must have done,
with all the thoughts that I’ll now never know) :
accept its mute challenge of beauty, goodness, truth…
he's expecting all that life may offer;
this is the guy I must keep faith with…
what else is there to say?

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Comments (2)

I remember my dear old mum saying to me during her ultipenultimate year - 'I know I look awful in the mirror, but in here, I'm just the same'. I think I know the little boy you describe, just as I know another one about the same age, who looks out from the bookcase here - trying so hard to be good. Nostalgia penned without sentimentality. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Another introspective piece. It gives one pause the way an old photograph can prompt one to confront that earlier self. Thanks for sharing.