They Jump Out at You Like That

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They Jump Out at You Like That

I’ve got one of those electronic picture frames.
You set it on your desk
Or hang it on your wall,
And it parades old pictures across the screen.
Patiently all day long.
Moments from the foggy  past -
Things lying half-forgotten till you see them once again.
And they catch your eye,
And you catch your breath,
As some half-forgotten moment lights up places in your brain
Laid down long ago,
When your world was younger,
When you were busier going  about life and didn’t know
You were making memories
That would rush back at you,
And sit you down in your rocking chair to weep a little.

© 2020 by Tom King