peers out at me in silence;dark purple beret,
his smileless gaze hidden
by dirty grey hairs extending
below his neck and shoulders,
shoulders that slope downward;
a frown covers his forehead
and he appears to have been
crying over the lost souls of
someone we knew way back when;
but, completely enclosed he is
by the gold leaf frame that holds his portrait;
the old man is the only memory
I have when visiting family.
3-4-12
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