Our mother must be smiling from behind the camera
Since we are smiling
And our excitement must have been contagious.
I wonder if he knew how badly
I wanted him to be my friend.
I wonder if I knew all that he was not
And would never be.
Now alcohol stains his breath
Like blood, and his suit of armor does
Not fit; I think he buried it
With his sword, as abandoned
As my preconceived notions of him.
In this picture, we must be smiling
Since neither of us knew what he was,
Then.
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PoetryI have evolved my poetry style over the past several years, and here is the product. I shall continue to add to it as I write more and collect more feedback. Please feel free to message me privately with any specific comments, suggestions, or anythi...
