My computer can lose everything except: My Picture folder
Nestled on my desktop screen,
My Pictures folder is my little large gallery.
A gallery of a scattered past:
My father’s last photo
My first child’s confused look at a camera
My second child’s confused look at me
My brothers’ nights out
You don’t realize how much change
until gleams at your former self.
Face is still there
Blemishes & lines are new.
I become Alice
step into imagery Wonderland
And be lost for hours
Some pictures hurt
Some pictures heal
But a white rabbit will remind me
Closing time to the past once again.
Close the folder & be present once more.
They live two different lives in one time
Only seeing the other in one moment
They don’t understand
why they need to know each other.
Her ponytails and brash attitude.
A born leader
Born a single child.
Older than her young cousins
She follows a beat to a different drum
His curly hair is as wild as his spirit.
With Emerald eyes that reveal he is special.
New to this world, his family will be his foundation rock as he builds his life.
They are young and strong.
With an ambition
that’ll never steer them wrong.
Now, our family picture
Reminds me that we are one.
Happy father’s day to all the fathers who made a difference in a child’s life. I said that because I never saw myself a father until my daughter was born. I still remember getting off work and racing down to the hospital. While her mother was in labor, the hospital actually wanted me to fill out forms with her. So, I would ask her questions and she would answer each question with a long pause. I thought that was the funniest thing.
It weird that having a daughter has made me happy, but also, concerns about her well being. I have never trusted males, even the ones in my family, I have been disappointed by men. Father, grandfathers, uncles, cousins, and stepfathers have made me question my personality with ridicule or physical assault.
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