'Staring Down' Poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory

‘STARING DOWN’

It is a familiarity
Staring down at me
A photograph that I kissed
Everyday, I never missed
I kissed it as I went out to work
Or on days off, having a shirk
Talked to it about my day
Smiled at it in a silly way
I would have a blessed rave at it
Although it is my favourite
Makes me feel heavy and mild
A picture of a mother and child
The child died while still little
Ever so small, fragile and brittle
The mother, my wife, full of joy
Of holding her sweet baby boy
The mother so young, sadly is dead too
So why? Picture do I still love you
Is it because you’re a familiarity,
Forever staring down at me
Or is it because of the two people from above
Invoking memories, that I once had love
It is a familiarity, staring down at me
Filling my heart with glee

MICMAC