I hold the image by its furled corner
light captured the moment
trapped in time and place.
A smiling face,
mirrored reflections on paper,
recorded, reproduced and remembered.
Birthdays, holidays, traditions and rituals —
You were a constant in my life.
In your eyes I see what was, what is and what will be
Words cannot adequately portray what you meant to me
Content with silence –
I gaze at a portal into another world
looking into ones soul, the
Spiritual breath animates my memories
I can not embrace you, nor whisper in your ear
From my eyes escapes a lone tear
Write on Edge, week 8 gave us the following prompt:
“When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.”
This past weekend, my Uncle and godfather, aged 90, passed away. I wrote this as a sort of elegy. For some reason I struggled with words, but found solace rummaging through old photos.
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