Surrounded

Surrounded by a cloud of witnesses,
  they feel so close today.
At the edges, in the corners, when I
  pick up the book, or in
The old pictures taken so long ago,
  at a shore, fun in the water.
Names are lost and gone, just a whisper
  because they were never
Written down, cousins all, those faces
  resemble us, and they stand,
Unsmiling, wet, dry, long skirts, and
  the corners are hiding the
One who took it all in and made it
  stand for eternity.
A forever record of summer and family,
  doing what we all do, shining
From the pages of an old book, left
  just for us to find.