Picture Perfect

Here I am behind a lense.

A one way mirror, invisible.

Just a click away from stealing this moment.

Keeping it forever, making it mine.

 

These aren't my moments to have,

they belong to the old intoxicated man sitting on the iron bench

in the olive sweater that his grandchilden bought him for christmas

 

They belong to the father and his little boy.

They don't have much time left.

Soon there will be fast cars and beautiful women

and a sad father who could use this memory.

 

This could be a holiday greeting card that makes their families smile

A last memory the old man's grandchildren will have when he has pasted away

A time machine for a father and son who don't spend enough time together

All they want is a moment that made them whole.

 

These are now my memories, my reminders to have.

Crying with his grandchildren at the funeral

Greiving the loss of a son who went to college

I'll hold them by my heart and hope for the best.

 

Reviews

[Wanderlust]

Yes, yes and yes. You've presented a perspective on photography that I hadn't considered before, rather like 'stealing' moments which you are not a part of. I like this concept.

[Alysa Salzberg]

Wow. A very interesting take on being a photographer. Thanks for the thought-provoking read. Just one quick thing - in the second line of the stanza beginning "They belong to the father and his little boy," you write "They don't much time left" - do you mean they don't HAVE too much time left? Anyway, great job. Thanks for this.