Friday, April 07, 2006

A Son’s Memory

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)

12 comments:

Aurora said...

This is beautiful, Pat. She would have been so proud of you.

Carol said...

This is a beautiful expression of your love.

Russell Ragsdale said...

What a tender, gentle piece. There is depth to this pleasure, Pat.

steve said...

You hit that one good, Pat!

floots said...

spot on
well done

Borut said...

When I feel a shiver running through me, as when reading this one, I know it’s my energy body, touched…

Bad Alice said...

Ooo, I'm glad I stopped by. That is beautiful.

Eric said...

beautifully done pat.

polona said...

oh this is so beautiful... and touching!

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

This is a lovely tribute, both poignant and haunting.

Pris said...

Pat....just beautiful!! One of your best!

Pat Paulk said...

Thanks everyone!!