The Photograph

Found a weathered photograph
Yellow and frayed
Taken in the Fifties
With morning from an autumn day

There was writing on the back
But couldn't read the text
Wondered what was happening
And what would happen next

I recognized my father
Cigarettes in his sleeve
Leaning on a Chevy coupe
It was hard for me to believe

My mother standing next to him
Wearing washed-out, rolled-up jeans
Wearing a bandana
And holding up the keys

Shutters on the windows
A rope swing in the tree
An old barn in the distance
A little hard to see

Wondered about the photographer
I guess I'll have to guess
May have been the first date
Or the day that she said "Yes"



Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Herman Fochtmann
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