ON A PHOTOGRAPH

Now I see the photo

Even in my sleep.

Her stunning smile,

Her fiery hair,

And the smile that could

Light the path to heaven.

Irradiating goodness,

She points at me,

Telling me what mere words

Cannot.

She knows I

Am the one to watch.

She feels my worth

And wonder.

Her smile comes as easy

As an angel’s.

And I feel her belief

And her pride in me,

No matter how much or

How little we know

Of one another.

I now carry that photograph

In my heart

The way you might carry

George Washington in your

Wallet.