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