poem of the day

[llywela]

One of my volunteers in work sent this in for our newsletter. It's rather touching.

Strangers in a Box

Come look with me inside this drawer,
In this box I've often seen.
At the pictures, black and white,
Faces proud, still, and serene.

I wish I knew the people;
These strangers in the box,
Their names and all their memories
Are lost among my socks.

I wonder what their lives were like?
How did they spend their days?
What about their special times?
I'll never know their ways.

If only someone had taken time
To tell who, what, where and when.
These faces of my heritage
Would come to life again.

Could this become the fate
Of the pictures we take today?
The faces and the memories
Someday to pass away?

Take time to save your stories.
Seize the opportunity when it knocks.
Or someday, you and yours
Could be the strangers in a box.

Anon.