Today, I held in my hands the photo of an old man as a baby.

The old man,

Smiling, kind,


eroding his present


pointed-out his


and his



Did not at first recognise





Standing in the centre,


Big hair.

When I see family pictures, the old folk I imagine are my grandfather’s age and so on; I reflect my personal family catalogue onto theirs;

Ben was born 1910, Michael 1890.

My old man likely born in the 30’s.

He, the same generation as my parents, except he is now, today, the old man and his folks have gone as have mine and we are suspended in a moment like no other.

Published by rodkersh1948

Trying to understand the world, one emotion at a time.

2 thoughts on “Today, I held in my hands the photo of an old man as a baby.

  1. We are orphans – in time we will be , in our turn , the old man/woman of our offspring/ young relatives and their succeeding generation. Something comforting in that.

    Such a precious moment with your ‘ old man ‘ and such a lovely moment description.

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