Reliant on Memories #tribute #poetry #WW2

Reliant on memories we never made I was young when laid in the grave * Reliant on memories a girls first kiss all the loves that we would miss * Reliant on memories the way I laughed you’ll always have don’t hold it back * Reliant on memories a piece of me will always stay

When We Were Young #microfiction

going off to war changes youth

It Fit Well in Her Hands

The Leica camera fit well in her hands. It was so sleek compared to her old Brownie. She was an amateur photographer studying photo journalism. She’d been told the Leica would be a good camera to start her career with. She couldn’t afford a new camera; her aunt, while touring in Europe, picked up the