Silhouette of a child
Waving.
Her Dad,
I’ve presumed to be
her Dad,
so powerful,
not tall,
but a presence
at the door.
Her Mother,
I guessed her Mother,
struggles
with the dawn grizzling
of
(what I imagine is)
a sibling.
Still waving
Glancing left
To catch a parents eye
Her face
In shadow
Back lit by
Modern trappings
Yet I feel the smile
Without glancing
Back
This magical
Moment
Simple
Yet soiled
By what we know
Kevin Bonfield is a rather private writer inspired by a certain past, a glorious present and a hopeful future. Follow him on Twitter at @bonfield_kevin and on Instagram @kevinswrites
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