Looking over
Old photographs
And letters sent long ago
Family exchanges mostly
News and advice flowed
By slow methods of then..
And seemingly a portrait
Of those daily shadows
Unhappiness with situations
Lingering physical ailment..

Although we have done some
Rearranging..there remains
A familiarity with these
Parental generations
Folks who have passed..

There is the equality in
Who they were..their Self
The same as mine..

Are we closer today in the
Recognition of our Self..?
And if not...?