Once on Film & Twice More For EmphasisA Poem by A Glow in the Pit of My SoulFaded videos of times long passed, of younger years and cheerful faces. A new father holds his daughter; smiling, as a fresh faced mother dances a Minnie Mouse doll to and fro coaxing a grin from the quiet little girl. She waves and grabs for the doll as a Marlon Brando-esque uncle laughs and holds a seashell to his nose - claiming he’s a unicorn, or maybe a rhinoceros. The screen blacks out, a backyard cookout appears on screen. Laughing, dancing, carefree times. Tiny little cake-covered hands and faces. Everyone so young and fresh and lively. Decades ago. The years have worn against the smiling eyes, carved lines into the once-smooth skin, dulled the styled, feathered hair of youth. The new father turns his back, an empty bottle gripped tightly in his fist. The mother places her tear-stained face in her hands, wondering where she went wrong to become so unloved. The electric charge of joy is gone from the air, leaving behind an echoing cavern so large and wide, yet claustrophobically dark. Graying hair and failing eyes, sore joints and tired bones. There is laughter from the viewers but it can’t reach quite as high with a weight strapped to its back. A little girl, permanently young; a happy couple now divided. A family of waning eyesight - a family hard of hearing.
And it’s hard to hear it. My family was happy once.
I was happy with my family once. © 2015 A Glow in the Pit of My Soul |
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Added on January 24, 2015 Last Updated on January 24, 2015 Tags: family, memories, aging, past, decaying relationships AuthorA Glow in the Pit of My SoulMAAboutMy Legs Can Barely Hold All My Heart & Soul. Live Tall, Live Loud, Live Wide. I was born an old soul with a fresh face, and a knack for taking whatever is in front of me and creating a mast.. more..Writing |