In this box

Lies the pictures

All black and white

Stained with faces

Unfamiliar to me.

Nobodies.

I wish I knew

The people stored away

In this box

I wish I knew

The tales behind their smiles,

The reasons behind their poses,

The lives they lived.

In this box

Stores faces of

My heritage,

My blood,

My family.

Their hard work

All summed to

Rectangular,

Monochrome papers

In this box.

But if we're not too careful,

If we don't record our lives,

Write our feelings out

If we glue to screens of light

For our all of our lives

One day

We too,

Will be nothing but

stains

on

Photograph paper,

In

 this

      box.