A Photograph And A Portrait Poem by MBJ Pancras

I had stood at my dad's camera in my three years of age:
This my dad said unto me.
My eyes had looked small,
I had had little locks of hair.
My mom said I was pretty.
I touched my chubby cheeks in the photo,
And looked at the mirror then,
Yea, I had the chubby cheeks with a change -
Not the change of beauty, but of adulthood.
My mom and dad watched me close,
And my two little kids smiled at me

I painted my child-like face on a panel,
I depicted my small eyes with my inward eye,
I sketched my small round cheeks with a new line.
My kids watched my portrait on the panel,
And my mom and dad smiled at the sketch.

Now I leave my portrait to my children,
I know they will follow my footsteps.

So, let's be always children in our living way,
That we sow the seed of innocence in everyone's heart.