Tuesday, October 19, 2010

mama

A snapshot of my giver of life



Here I cannot tell if its genuine or posed,
But one or the other this is ephemeral perfection
Ascending.



Confined to a golden frame
This hand, lit up against the commons
offers a crystal tray


This hand, lit up against the commons
Offers a crystal life
Supports a golden child

The skin is known
A canvas of ridged light



1 comment:

  1. She is making sure you are always well. She smiles when you are happy, she cries, when you are crying.

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