PORTRAITS
Next to my wedding photo is one of my mother’s on her
wedding day. The pictures were taken 30
years apart. Comparing my face as it is
now and as it was then, I see the same bone structure, thick eyebrows, a small
indentation in my chin. My now face has
wrinkles around the mouth. My hair is
white and my neck is crinkly. When I
compare the two me’s it is always with a surprised feeling of time, not just
time flying, but never coming back.
Looking at my mother’s picture is less startling. I don’t think of her appearance when she
died. I see her photo every day when she
was young. I imagine knowing her
then. Dark eyes and hair, smooth olive
toned skin, a delicate nose and a mouth showing the tender beginnings of a
smile. A beauty in a Juliet cap and
ivory velvet gown, the smooth fit showing well her slim figure.
stillness
before the midnight bongher face in shadow
Modern Haibun and Tanka Prose, June 2009
3 comments:
Lovely, Adelaide, with a real delicacy of feeling.
A sweet and tender rembrance, a lovely haibun
Much love...
Thank you gillena and Bill.
You know the story of Dorian Grey? He stayed young while his portrait showed the ravages of age. Those early portraits will never change and I should stop looking in the mirror.
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