Stranger In The Box

“Come; look with me inside this drawer
In this box I’ve often seen,
At the pictures, black and white,
Faces proud, still, and serene.

I wish I knew the people,
These strangers in the box,
Their names and all their memories,
Are lost among my socks.

I wonder what their lives were like,
How did they spend their days
What about their special times?
I’ll never know their ways.

If only someone had taken time
To tell, who, what, where, and when
These faces of my heritage,
Would come to life again.

Could this become the fate,
Of the pictures we take today?
The faces and the memories,
Someday to be passed away?

Take time to save your stories
Seize the opportunity when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours,
Could be strangers in the box.”

Pamela A. Harazim
Teach Me Genealogy – tmgenealogy.com