A Faded Photograph

by Thomas K. Hunt

A faded photograph
Hanging on my wall
A young boy in the fourth row
Standing tall
You can see the hunt in his eyes
A subtle smile upon his face lies
Champions in nineteen thirty nine
Their faces share the pride

A strong young boy in his prime
That, I never saw in my time
What were your thoughts?
Your hopes and dreams?
On that day they captured that scene
Standing so proud with all your friends
So straight and true without a bend
Such a boy with fears indeed
Not sure of the future
Or where it may lead

Soon you left that world behind
You took to the sky
With a war to find
A whole new life opened up to you
With places and things
And friends of new

It wasn't long before you met your mate
She gave you her hand for you to take
You had a son to make things fine
A baby girl followed
It seemed in no time
Another girl came in the time of three years
You saw her birth with eyes of tears
Four years passed before you saw me
I completed the package
One more than three

I wish I had more time with you
I wish you told me what you knew
But you left before your time
Now I only have you in my mind
Leaving me to ponder it all
A faded photograph
Hanging on my wall


Author's Note: My dad Joseph (Pete) Hunt was on the Alex. Bay High School championship football team in high school back in 1939. No team ever scored a point against them. This is a picture of that team. Sitting here one night looking at it, this came to me. He was a fighter pilot in WWII, where he met my mom. I'm the youngest of four siblings to which my oldest brother and sister were born a year apart on New Years Day. He passed away back in 1983 at the age of sixty. Dads the first to the left in the fourth row

Posted on 04/11/2003
Copyright © 2023 Thomas K. Hunt

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Sam Roberts on 04/13/03 at 03:20 AM

This is so sad, beautiful piece x

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/13/03 at 01:00 PM

A poignant and loving tribute to your father. Thoughtfully written. (Edit note: So straight and true (typo) and Where it (typo))

Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/13/03 at 07:26 PM

Funny, up untill after I read this...I never thought of how my parents were when they were young. Never even tried to think of what might have been their aspirations and dreams in life. Great read!

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