Fill My Lens
My mother's photos show us standing stiffly beside
this or that. My little daughter stood to attention
next to something. Her cowlick licked into submission.
I never posed her or confined her, my daughter
is a free spirit to fill my lens, her hair adrift
in waves and the wind. Brimming
with life and joy, pondering, taking it all in.
Her early years are never far from my eye.
Her early years are never far from my eye.
Take the photo. Take it now.
Chrissie Morris Brady
Chrissie Morris Brady lives on the South Coast of England with her daughter. She is much travelled and has worked in several countries, sometimes as a cook. She gained her degrees in Psychology at USC, and worked with recovering addicts in Southern California for several years. She has been published by Anti-Heroin Chic, Ariel Chart, Hedge Hog Press, DeadSnakes, WISHpoetry, Bournemouth Borough Council, Scarlet Leaf Review and other publications.
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Solid reflection on ��������. Well done.
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