Theme: Reflections

On Looking at Her Photo

My lovely child, I see a lovely woman
Grown through the silence of my own lost world
Of innocence: its faithful fruit and flower
Are present, are presented like an omen
Of what in my case has already been
Proved; moments, each balloons into an hour,
Un-tethers, awhile drifts a bubble tour,
Bursts, breaks a heart; and more hearts will be broken
Like milestones, millstones, one of which will pull
You down – oh, perish here the thought! - it did
Me.  Look at me, and if you, smiling, see
What I foredoom beyond your knowing it,
Let all that foolishness here ended be,
As I in you behold anew the beautiful!

13-Sep-2012

More By  :  R. D. Ashby

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