Ancestors

As my scanner slashes with its sharp light
through thousands of faded shades of grey
it disturbs your peaceful rest.

And as I touch you with my cursor
restoring you to your original glory
its gentle strokes wake you up.

And as my printer bathes you
in millions of shades of bright colours
injecting life in your world you stir.

And suddenly you rear out of the paper
Reclaiming your rightful place in our life.

And everybody's lips mention your name again.
"Look at my great-great-grandmother, Mary,
the spitting image of my son, Yanni,
her great-great-great-grandson".

"And this is my great-grandfather, John,
he has the eyes of my young daughter
his great-great-granddaughter, Nina".

Old photographs digitally re-mastered
Putting us in touch with our past.