Picture Book
angelic baby fat photo reminders
like a puncture wound
let’s just say it all out loud
i look in the mirror
i am aging myself seeing you there
this is how it is, the tears
i try to do things in memory
picture the house,
the house that is living
lay awake restless,
you and your bible,
you on my face
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The last three lines of this poem created an unexpected and satisfying ending. Well done!