What I see…
I look at these photos and see friends and a brother passed on, in accidents that I heard about in some cases second hand.
I see highschool friends some I still know and some I don’t. Some are mothers and some will be soon.
I see the promise of childhood in my daughter’s hand brushing the weeds, or are they flowers?
I see a pinecone that will be in my future. I see my daughter wearing the grass skirt I never did. It took that many years for my mother to come into her own with culture.
I see my parents full of anticipation for their children’s future, not realising time will pass so quickly, so quickly these photos will fall like still life memories of their lost son.
I see my childhood, my daughter’s childhood, my mother’s motherhood, and the anticipation that things can change- we can paint a new canvas.
That is what I see. This is what I hope. Do I really see? Do I really understand?
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