Poetry :Beyond the lens

(Originally published in Blogging Elementary)

My ancestors
busy in their time
forgot to capture
some moments divine

families stood in grandeur,
generations together,
the oldest ones, smile
comfortably seated,

the third generation,
behind the second,
the fourth generation,
sat on the grass,

I watched them
for a while,
my lens focused
on the light,

the tints of yellow,
brightened by the sun
the men in blue,
women in a red hue

I shrugged my shoulders
waiting to capture,
perfect stills of time,
rare moments of life,

The framed photograph,
was hung on the wall,
House is desolate,
people are gone.

I looked dismayed
at the crumbled walls
generations slipped away
to worlds beyond

All that remained
the photo captured
generations apart
life moves on…