Five BSODs (Blue Screens of Death, so, grammatically speaking, perhaps it’s BSsOD) in two days, and my computer was out for the weekend… and then some. So glad to be back.

About comments… I am hopelessly behind in replying! I’ll peruse and visit you all, but if I ever hope to get a chapbook together (and most people don’t read responses anyway, which is fine), I will take a break on the last few poems and start fresh. If anyone has a comment on that policy, please let me know. Hey, take it from me: Don’t hold back; tell me what you REALLY feel!

A peaceful Independence Day to my US friends, and prayers for folks in Colorado who are suffering with wildfires, as well as all who are in the grip of this heat wave. Peace, Amy

SNAPSHOTS OF THEN

Mom’s crimson best, one sister
colors the other’s lips with the delicacy of Monet

Big sis hanging from
the branch of an apple tree

Small moments
The ways of children
A gesture, a look
Laughter caught in
grimaces of belly-aching joy

Little sis tries to puff powder
on the older girl, whose skin

needs no embellishment
but whose soul craves it

These moments
This places, close to heaven
A wink, a giggle, teasing
A kick under the table
An unforeseen hug from behind

They stand still for the Easter snapshot
Shoulders almost touching, like troops

The Christmas tree, stringing red lights
Middle sis rearranging tinsel “until it’s perfect”

Brief moments caught
by the old Ansco camera
Sweet, looking back
Who knew? Who could guess
how far apart they would grow?

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For dverse Open Mic Night – and for Poets United’s Poetry Pantry.