I found an old picture of mom,
who, just like Judy said, doesn't look a thing like me...
What a peach.
She's Next.
Well that's what I told the lady at the bank anyway...
And Here are a few more...
When I get scanning,
I really can't stop.
And the Thriller Jacket...
Corky With a Random Baby At Alpha Farms
And what the hell, why not, the guy that hooked up our cable in 2005.
2 comments:
my darling...you are your mothers daughter. in many ways you are a spitting image of her. The slant of your eye lids, the curve of your chin, the way in which your hair falls so eloquently across your delicate cheeks. I wish I had met her so that I could relate the ways in which you make her live on in yourself. Sometimes I feel I know her...as if it is a far reaching extension of yourself... some part that reaches beyond that part of yourself I see raised by a single father struggling with two young children...finding humor in perhaps the most dire of circumstance... becoming like a beacon light in the settling early morning fog. Your beauty is an extension of hers and I am thankful to see your radiant face every day.
I love you so very much.
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