Will you leave
a beautiful ghost for your grand children
to find on a summers day
can they come to know you
by the mellabotha's* your children say
can you then paint a picture
of your heart with words for them to see
the beautiful ghost left
when you burned out brightly
at both ends of the wick
that was your life left
at the bottom of a shoebox
filled with Kodachrome and light?
*A "mellabotha" is my Nana's nonsense word for something made from nothing for the purpose of piecing something together. Akin to a "Cob-job".
We all carry around at least one picture of ourselves inside. The one that no matter what happens we still feel is US. We grow up, get married, have kids, divorce, etc, and when we think of ourselves we picture ourselves in a certain way. I know when I think of myself as a young adult I think of myself in a mock discus pose that my ex took while I was posed atop a pedestal at the Empire State Mall. When I think of myself as a youth I see myself with my Cat "Ged" perched atop my shoulder playing with my shoulder length "Hippie-hair".
When I think of myself as a kid, well, as a "Cute" kid this is what I see in my mind:
OMG! That kid is so cute "I could just PUKE!" What happened between then and now?