My dad's prized possession, which is now mine. |
The Camera Jessica Marie My dad's prized possession, the label dated from 1979. The body, silver and black, a shiny gloss sure looks fine. It zooms for 10 miles, and can print 8x10s. It loads film pretty fast, but breaks it when I wind it the wrong way. When I wind and wind and the pressure's tight, sometimes I think with a passion of fright and flight, but the feeling is fleeting. With my dad's prized possession, I take photos with Mr. Army man; I'm surprised he lets me, as he dresses in uniforms so tan. With my dad's prized possession, I like the time spent with him-- laughing, finding the right spot; on field, on grass, in the gym. With my dad's prized possession, I also take photos with friends, with goofy smiles and funny poses, we take and take until the roll ends. Now becoming my prized possession, memories are made, I feel the bond grow between us; with Mr. Army man, the feelings wade. My prized possession takes pictures so shiny, a lovely hue or black/white, the negatives are so tiny. With my prized possession, the memories are shared with cards or scrapbooks made with love and care. |