What is that look?
That thousand mile stare
Is it a look of wonder?
(Where is my father?
He's always been with me
Should I cry?)

I'm about two
My Aunt Mary is holding me
She's looking at me - with concern?
I'm not looking at her
I've got that stare
Has my life changed?
Forever?

In another photo - same time period
I'm told to hold a cat
I've put out my arms
the cat is plopped down
Poor cat

I look at no one
Not the camera
Not the people
They are all liars.