The Missing Photograph.

"Missing photo" I know I'm not crazy, so why is it I can not find you?

Snapshot from my mother's past you are grating on my nerves. You captured the essence of her beauty in its simplicity, and I want nothing more than to share that with her and the world.

Long golden locks of hair swept down her back accenting her pale skin.  The forbidden mini-skirt that was the source of many a tantrum on my part in my youth, along with Go-Go boots, made her tall frame appear goddess-like.

The lack of smile is apparent, but does not diminish the happiness in her eyes.  There is that twinkle.  The one that we as children knew expressed her joy without words.

There is no need for her to smile.

She has just been wed to my father in a quiet ceremony and is content.

She is loved.

So where are you "photograph" of this past moment in time?

You can stay hidden, but you cannot erase the image I have in my mind.

I've seen it's value, and it shall remain priceless and untouched in my memories.

For now.

Lyn