I'm planning to use it at the class I'm teaching tomorrow- now I just hope my voice comes back!
Strangers in the Box
Come, Look with me inside the drawer,
In this box I've often seen,
at the pictures, black and white
faces proud, still, 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 or when,
Those faces of my heritage would come to life again.
Coud this become the fate of the pictures we take today?
The faces and the memories someday to be passed away?
Make time to save your stories,
Sieze the opportunity when it knocks, or someday
you and yours could be the strangers in the box.
author- Pam Harazim
