She sits looking
with the same eyes,
and half-smile
that’s always been there for me.
I dust off the glass
she lives behind,
a portrait,
the only memory I know.
I’m older now
than she ever was,
one of two
who carry her blood.
Did she know
when she looked
in the camera lens,
our eyes would always touch?
(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)
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This is beautiful, Pat. She would have been so proud of you.
This is a beautiful expression of your love.
What a tender, gentle piece. There is depth to this pleasure, Pat.
You hit that one good, Pat!
spot on
well done
When I feel a shiver running through me, as when reading this one, I know it’s my energy body, touched…
Ooo, I'm glad I stopped by. That is beautiful.
beautifully done pat.
oh this is so beautiful... and touching!
This is a lovely tribute, both poignant and haunting.
Pat....just beautiful!! One of your best!
Thanks everyone!!
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