A Photograph mimic

This is a poem written as a mimic to Margaret Atwood's poem.  This is my first try at free verse (not my strong point)...

“a photograph”

it’s not that old.

the edges are torn

but,

it still looks bright.

at first it appears to

be

a sea of humanity,

kids

with faces glowing and expectant

as if

something will happen.

when you look closely,

you see they are all sitting

in chairs,

you can see how

each child is focused

on someone

at the front.

four are raising their hands,

one of them,

a boy

is looking behind him

as if

looking for something

or someone

a question is in his gaze

“should i?”

the responding face

is that of a

girl

she’s smiling

nodding.

the smile on her face

the the rosy cheeks

in every way

her answer is, “yes”

To write this poem, I first read Atwood's poem and took in all the details. I saw how the line breaks emphasized certain words or certain phrases. I noticed the mysterious theme and how it sounded very good. So then I decided on what to write about. I thought back to what moment in time froze in my head. What 'picture' stayed in my mind? Instantly I knew exactly what I would write about. I was in Sunday school during the sermon at the anniversary of a big church. I had arrived with a couple of my friends but I decided to sit with some older friends not the usual ones. I sat near the back but felt awkward and out of place. I felt like I should be with my new friends but I was a traitor because I didn't. The reason why there were these two 'groups' was that I had gone with my parents to plant a new church so my 'new' friends were from the new church and my 'old' friends were from the last one. Anyhow, back to the poem. I was sitting in the back and my friends up front were laughing and having a good time. When the teacher asked for volunteers on of my 'new' friends raised his hand. But before going up front he looked back at me as if asking for permission or reassurance. I smiled and that's all I needed to know that they didn't think I was deserting them.
So that's what I wrote my poem about. Now for how I wrote it. Hmm I can't really describe that. I just typed and words flowed. That doesn't usually happen to me. I usually have to plan for a poem. But for this one, I just thought about the scene in my mind and began writing. After that I edited and revised and this is my final version. I hope this helps you think about how to write a 'photograph' poem!
P.S. The picture is not the one I'm referring to, but it looks very similar no? I took it maaaaaany years later.