A Preserved Lily

An old faded photograph.

Lily: that beautiful flower. Preserved

Forever, her sepia-coloured face

Still smiling, in spite of everything.

A gleam in her eyes that I know

Only too well. A gleam

That meant adventures for us,

Her friends; but fear to her foes. Lily

Will forever be inside a photograph,

Her mouth wide open in a cry

Of amusement… or perhaps the

Beginning of a joke. One that would put us all in

Stitches for hours and hours; become another

Private joke, another of our wonderful

Shared secrets. Lily, the girl

With the silvery laughter, and her

Contagious joy. The girl who loved

Everyone with in the same delightfully

Innocent, childlike way. Lily is pressed

Between the thick, creamy pages

Of my photo album. Preserved, forever.


That beautiful flower of mine.

Credit for image to Studio B Portaits

3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Writing Jobs
    Dec 28, 2011 @ 03:30:13

    What a wonderful post. You have an excellent eye for writing.


  2. Dad
    Dec 28, 2011 @ 20:52:23

    Nice poem! Enjoyed it. A-!


  3. South African Nutter
    Feb 12, 2012 @ 16:02:53

    that’s really good, but i’d just like to point out that you mis-spelt preserved in the title. 😀


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