making room

the photo box
is full of strangers.
faces
I vaguely remember but somehow
got into the shot.
who were they
at this wedding, this
trip
to the shore,
this party
in the yard with lights
and a long table
full of food.
there's my mother
in a chair smiling,
a brother, sister or two,
my son.
plenty of dogs.
keep them, or toss them,
it's so hard
to do. but
I need the room.