I
sort through a box
of
old photographs my mother
asked
me to sort through
and
I find one of my father
as
a young man, younger
than
my youngest son,
standing
with his three sisters
and
I can see he looks like me
at
that age except I don’t have
sisters.
Photograph by George Hodan via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
3 comments:
different age brings different perception and windows of opportunity for understanding and forgiveness to take place.
At first I thought maybe that was a wee you peeking over a young your dad's shoulder. I like thinking maybe you did something like that then.
As I am rather a blend of both my parents, seeing such a photo as you saw would take my breath away. It's the feeling I got when I saw my mother's grandmother's photo, and the eerie likeness between the two. Now, I look at my granddaughter, and know she strongly resembles my son-in-law's side of the family. I think all we share are blue eyes and a sense of humor.
Always touched by your poems, Glynn! Blessings!
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