Jason was the photographer in our family. He would often take a picture and then say…”documented”…as if it was his job to make sure that particular moment was preserved for all time. He would make fun of the pictures I would try to take. I’m not good at lighting…setting the scene…centering…not getting my fingers in the picture…all that photographering stuff.
Now I am constantly flipping through the pictures on my phone. I feel like Harry Potter gazing into the Mirror of Erised at his heart’s desire. And now through the magic of live photos on my iPhone I can see the photos come to life for a few seconds…also very Potteresque. I have one of those live photos as the lock screen on my phone right now. Feels like a million times a day I press my finger to it just to watch Jason grin as I nuzzle my (probably freezing cold) nose into his neck
And since all my thoughts ramble around in my head as verse these days…
Photos
Photos hold a power They are more than just a face Nay...they are a memory Frozen in time and space All the trips we took together Hikes at the state park Holidays and everydays Selfies taken on a lark Now I look at photos Searching for his smile Bringing me good memories At least for a little while Others look at the pictures And remark how happy he looks We had the greatest life One for the history books But all they see are the smiles Not the memory Those are private moments No one can take from me.
Love, Tennis, and Cancer 