How to capture it all?
I was no photographer
My paint brushes, I have retired
And words simply do not belong
On a cover
The same way they fit
In my mouth, or march along the surface
Of these pages.
How to capture it all?
The sounds, the smells, the...
Years go by I grow older So does mother So does the good building I've pictured aging In my head That was there for her and I When my life began Alongside the many infants Crying, sleeping through the night Hushed by the old, white walls that stood guard Kept watch Until time razed them into the ground Made flat A slab of pavement Now grey, like the strands Of mother's hair.
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