Here, held
between forefinger & thumb

the dead come
alive again

grown ups
are only little

this boy
unaware that he is

to be
my father


between the borders
of this photograph

the Past
persists

exists
in a black & white world


that was as real
as ours.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-country-for-my-old-pal-al/