Colourless and bland, it tried to be yellow
but failed as grey crept onto edges
and blankish whites dominated.
Maybe it was brown.
She smiled, did she not?
Or was it a frightened stare
meeting my eyes.
Frightened? no,
emotionless
Empty
except for my interpretation.
Next to the mother serious straight-faced.
A tinge of artificial rose on the cheeks and lips.
Was the face hiding a smile?
Nothing was, is revealed.
A captured moment that said nothing
escaped when the flash ceased
when the image became transferred onto paper.
The lost person, the lost hour
Standing infront of me
holding the picture up against her daughter's face
asking if she resembled her.
As the daughter exclaim
"I don't remember having this dress or this hairstyle"
She don't remember being that girl.
Strange.
How did the image escape her? Where is that memory?