The Valley that Calls by Deniz Besim - HTML preview

The Photo Album

I dust off a family album old,

I open the pages and realise

The photos are in black and white with gold

Borders.  What do I see before my eyes?

My great grandmother mothering a child,

It's my grandmother.  She was once so cute

Yet besides her siblings, they all look wild.

In another photo she plays the flute.

Someone older stands besides her long-gone,

It's my great-great grandmother, she's novel

Holding my granny in her arms when one,

This woman's long been under the shovel.

Members of family I didn't know,

I close the album and dry my tears slow.