I look at you two –
smiling faces forever framed
– and it’s all life –
energetic, my mind is alive and well –
pure good, you are
And I think . . .
Your strong bond of love –
How it warms and nourishes me
in this cold, cold world.
I remember the many times
You’ve brought me in touch
My feelings, my self
Your sensitivities are real, true, beautiful
How she cried upon hearing of the effects of tar on smokers
I wish my well would flow as hers.
How he, watching Snoopy and Charlie-
Crying for Snoopy to come home.
Your true, deep natural crying was –so beautiful to me –
I was rejoicing in your innocent, real sorrow
Unselfish crying validates our selfs – through you –
I love you. It will be all right, my children.
Snoopy comes home and grandmas stop smoking.
But, you still kept sobbing.
You revealed your humanity – don’t lose that power.
He reaches for her – not me
They hug – I am overjoyed – I love you both, deeply
I prepare for the inevitable –
You are not enframed.
The picture still needs developing.
I will make my frames in here –
and I will cry, out of my love –
mixed tears for who you were,
who you are and who-
You will become.