Not my work obviously – but nice nonetheless =D
Glossy candids of strange expressions,
and red-clad arms holding bows and
Christmas trinkets long forgotten –
My eyes wash over your photos,
family memories long wrapped in the fog
of time and changed situations.
But the constant connection of Mom and Dad,
the snapshots of a stolen kiss,
or flowers sent for Valentines Day,
The family outings that exhausted you,
and the pictures of you exhausted,
Are images more priceless than you could imagine,
and I hold them as visuals to the life I seek.