Sunday, September 25, 2022

Judy's Sapphics (the Twenty-sixth Poem)


 Aleksei Belikh during golden fall in Kostroma, Russia


Judy’s Saphics


I look at the photo of me with 

my parents–I was a toddler--

and my parents, so young

 and very proud.


I see the baby girl–me–

pointing to the photographer

my grandpa Stevenson

Clearly I know him.


My mother is amused and smiling.

My father leans back to balance,

holding me tightly in his arms

amazed at my face..


Sunday afternoon, trees nearby,

We’ve probably been to church.

In Pittsburg, Pennsilvania.

I, gleeful,happy.

No comments:

Post a Comment