an old photograph
of mama as beauty queen
good genes, pretty eyes
an old photograph
of mama as beauty queen
good genes, pretty eyes
in my arms, you laid
your awesomeness consumed me
my son, moon, and stars
along the food line
bar-b-q and curly fries
in hot summer sun
lens and pen artists
who’d grown to become mothers
simpler days held close
staring out at sea
a man ponders, turns to flee
mindful escapee
mirror images
bouncing back with eagerness
mystery of self