Picture Looking Back
Ever look at a picture and see it looking back?
It's a very unique feeling and words I did lack.
I would joke and play when I felt him around,
Nothing scary at all, actually helpful, I found.
He would fill up the sink to soak the pans,
And run the dishwasher to give me a hand.
Then one night while working alone,
I looked at his picture, to him he was home.
The closer I look at the picture, I see
He died here on campus, only 16, he'd be.
I will never forget that feeling I had
Knowing I could see him, I think he was glad.
Copyright © Linda Farias | Year Posted 2013
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