Ancestors glare at me from
behind glass
faces frozen in unnaturally
grim expressions
even babies and dogs
dare not move as
the tramp photographer
sets off the flash that
captures their image
for future generations
to wonder over
—–
Just Jot It January – frozen
rhymeswithbug 
Another great poem!
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