Photos

I saw the photos, a forgotten past
Me mother's childhood home
Tears came to my eyes
And there they stopped
Mother's gone and I'm no child
Somethings gone stale
I know now, what I did not then
All humanity suffers
It should not need quantifying
Know only that it must touch all
Young or old, Spring and snow
You and I, everyone we know
Will fall and die
To see now
Where that flower grew
Is a shaking, an awakening
To others that came before
Who lived in places we never knew
And now discover only
In shadows and shades
G-d Himself must laugh
At our dim view backward
Through the windowed photograph
Only slightly better
Than the future's last.