Memories In Sepia Tones

I still keep this incredible photo of my mom in my album.

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Stepping back in the past,

my mom is looking at her old photograph:

she sits on the blossoming meadow

with elegant skirt spread in a circle, 

holding bouquet of wild flowers.

Puffy clouds shower

a golden light from above.

A warm amber sunbeams dance on her face.

Mom glows in soft brown hues 

- timeless elegance captured her youth. 

The old sepia photograph

transferred my mom to her precious time.

Nostalgic resonance

painted shadows in her eyes. 

Holding her breath, mom said

“The youth is ones. Remember that.”

By Petrouchka Alexieva

From: United States