Their smiles

Posted: October 22, 2013 in Uncategorized


The hands of time
carve wrinkles into my tired face
Betraying my youth

life and responsibility rest heavily
on my shoulders
hope for tomorrow rests peacefully
on my lap

Trapped in a black and white nightmare
these young smiles add colour to my world.

©Richard Quaz Roodt(2011)

© Image: Photograph of Florence Thompson with three of her children by Dorthea Lange, 1936. Reproduced from The Commons on Flickr with use restricted to personal, educational or research purposes.


This poem is linked to d’ Openlinknight  ; PoetryJam (Picture prompt)  and Poetry Pantry #76

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