Shoebox
By Thomas Herr
She took a photography class
25 years ago
She took a photography class
In another life
We have a camera now
It just came in
It’s complicated
But full of promise
We’ll take pictures
And we’ll store them in a shoebox
Even the ones of our children
Saving moments of emotion for posterity
And we’ll file them neatly
Picture by picture
File by file
In a shoebox just to have them
Shoebox after shoebox,
Filled with special moments
The stories behind them fade away
And you can no longer hear the sounds behind them.
And there they are
In the dark closet
Where they will sit for just a little longer
Than our lives
Shoebox, all things must pass.
Filling the shoebox, that's life, and it's fun.
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