11/15/2012

A Curious mind
in a historic tragedy.
I’ll never get know,
his absence; normality

As father time ticks,
And the age grows older.
A yearning such to meet him,
Has grown on my shoulder

I see organic smiles,
And young lit eyes.
I wish I could have seen
Where mom’s heart did lie.

Eccentric Combinations
of lines, ink and color.
Materialistic evidence;
The camera did discover

What I hear about now
Is what she lived then.
His death while a child,
I’ll never know him