for my son..
May 13, 2011 § 2 Comments
I miss my boy..as I miss them all.
I was searching through boxes today and came across sketches. Pencil drawings. Studies of hands and feet and awkward poses of a boy growing into his adolescent body..
and I remember the day.
How is it possible that it was years ago and not Moments!?
The creamy paper yields images of a day with my son. I can see that slow half smile as he glances from me. As if afraid to meet me head on.
I see the arch of his young foot memorialized in graphite. His mother drawing his foot..how Silly. Yet we both enjoy the presence of the other.
I finish the sketch and make a little squiggle on the tip of his big toe and show him, just to see his grin.
I miss my child.