In An Old Photograph
My mother was once a playful girl,
so pretty, framed in the laurel bush,
bent in laughter, smile unfurled
for the black box camera, and all the world
an oyster for my pretty mother,
pearl of Georgia, and her sister Lillian,
yet to discover Time takes care
of pretty and playful,and will
attend to it: Black box
at the end of it.
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2008
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