Light cascades

onto the ground

from the open

widow. 

I can see the 

dust from this 

old room 

floating in the beams. 

Boxes are in 

every corner

filled with precious 

memories....

Photographs of lovers, 

Mothers and fathers,

Children too. 

How long have 

they been packed away?

Forgotten and hidden 

from view?

In this crumbling 

house, I found

in the woods. 

Who are these 

ghosts, captured 

in their youth?

Smiles on their 

faces, happy 

times forgotten in 

this now overgrown 

place. 

Their moments in 

time captured as fate

captured them. 

When did they perish?

Where are these 

children?

My mind wanders

in the past inside

The faded photographs....