Wednesday, October 24, 2012

HAUNTED

Old family photos


Haunted

Her hands, small
as a child’s (one digit
oddly curved), wrinkled,
veined, freckled with age,
extend at the end
of sleeves (mine)

Her face -- forehead furrowed,
lips pursed, intelligent eyes --
(collaboration of love, pain, pride,
impatience, humor, fear, mistrust
frustration) superimpose
over mien (mine);

She’s hiding in my mirror,
biding in blood and bits, in skin
and bone, heart, throat, gut,
grey matter; residing in nearly
everything that matters
in me

 
 

2 comments:

  1. Haunting how we carry these traces with us! Great to read some more lines from PSC!
    Hope all is well on this foggy autumn day. Take care.:)

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  2. Ahhh... Thanks, Patricia! It IS haunting indeed. And amazing how the connections remain, and are passed along. Am absolutely enjoying this lovely autumn (even when wet) -- and hope you are doing the same. So glad you stopped by & enjoyed. :-)

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