Photographic Memories

[imperfectpoet]

Toward the end, my father
took up photography
snap!
flash!
snap!
snap!
flash!

Nothing was safe
from his creativity.

He would shoot anything
and everything.

We have a thousand shots of me
his lens would capture everything
freckles
smiles
pimples
moods
memories are made of this.

I see me every where I go
in every room
in mother's house.

I miss my dad
but most of all
I wish he'd let me hold the camera
just once.

[Edna Sweetlove]

This is very sad. Surely the fucker would have let you hold it just once?

[swashbuckler]

I find that an offensive remark but prescient nonetheless.

[imperfectpoet]

Hold what?

[cardboardlover]

There's sadly no mention of cardboard here, which is a negative for me.