Uncle Andrew’s Old Photo Album

By on Apr 7, 2013 in Poetry

Vintage photos

Many of the photographs were taken on old tin
plates that produced brownish prints. Most
are fading now. Too many of their young faces

are all but gone. It saddens me that in some
of the photographs there are just the clothes
standing there smiling back at us. It never

occurred to me that my grandmother once had
a tiny waist or that she was just a tad taller than
the boy she married. Andrew was the first born

of over a dozen. He had snapshots of aunts
and uncles so young not even their offspring can
name them. I sit among the images wondering

what was going on moments before they were
taken. In one, everybody is sporting a kind
of frown except a very young cousin Gordon.

He is yawning with a boredom that suggests
he has heard whatever has taken the joy out
of the moment so many times, it’s lost its punch. 

About

Fredrick Zydek has had work published in The Antioch Review, The Hollins Critic, The Journal, Michigan Quarterly Review, Nimrod, Poetry, Prairie Schooner, and others. His ninth collection of poems, T'Kopechuck: The Buckley Poems, was released by Winthrup Press at the end of 2009. His latest work, At the Edge of the Ancient Inland Sea, is forthcoming from Backwaters Press. He has also published two novels and a biography of Charles Taze Russell and is currently working on a third novel, entitled The Button Box. He retired from the College of Saint Mary several years ago. he now writes full-time and gets a lot of fishing in.