‘ I sit and talk to photos ‘ my poem
I sit and talk to photos
I never get a reply
I sit and ask them questions
I really don’t know why
I sit and talk to photos
Its all that God has left me
He took the person in the photo
I don’t know why that should be
I sit and talk to photos
I don’t know where she’s gone
I keep asking the photos why
I wonder what went wrong
I sit and talk to photos
I think of good times gone by
When life was good
it really makes me cry
I sit and talk to photos
I’ve nothing else to say
I beg God to return her
Even for just one day
I sit and talk to photos
I dont know where to start
The person in the photo can’t reply
And heal my breaking heart
I sit and talk to photos
But one day soon I know what will be
The person in the photo
Will be standing there next to me