The Power of a Photograph
The art of capturing memories
One day as I whipped my camera out, To capture an image of the wee little sprout; Rose turned to me with eyes open wide, “Why do you keep taking photos?” she cried.
Is it for the fame that the photos bring? Or to capture the faces as the wedding bells ring? Is it for the ‘likes’ on Flickr and Facebook? Or is it to create a photography book?
I thought to myself about the emotions I felt, As with eager anticipation I patiently knelt; Waiting for the moment to open the shutter, Completely present, ignoring my heart’s flutter.
A photograph is a precious piece of art, That can touch deep into the crevices of a human heart. Its value is not judged by the amount its worth, But the emotions evoked whether sadness or mirth.
A photograph captures a moment in time, Of sunsets and smiles and food at lunchtime. It can show both the atrocities and horrors of war, And the peaceful calmness of the waves on the shore.
Life passes by in the blink of an eye, And before you know it it’s time to say goodbye. But underneath the cupboard, the photos remain; Telling stories of a time you could relive again.






