My moms smile is genuine,A lilac beamingIn the presence of her Sun.Indentions in the sand proveTimes linear progression,Her hair yet unblighted,Carrying midnights consistency.Clear tracks fading as theMovement slips furtherIn the past.CheekbonesHigh, soft,In summers hue,Hopeful.Each steps unknown impact,A future looking back.My fathers strength:One whoseLife is in his arms.Squinting past the camera,He rests upon a rockLike caramel corn half eaten,Just to the leftOf man-made concrete conventionDaylights eraserRemoving color to his right.Dustin sitsIn my fathers lap,Open mouth of a droolingBig mouth bass;Muscle toneOf a well exercisedJelly fish,He looks at meHalf aware;His wheelchairPerched at the edgeOf parking lot gravel graftedLike a scar on natures beach,Opening to the ironic splendorOf a bitter tasting lake.I took the picture.Age 11.Capturing the pinnacle arcOf a sonTo my lilacWhoOutlived him and weeps,Still.Their sky has staple holes Maybe thats how theLightLeaked out.

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