Mar 11, 2021

brave enough to face the invisible



It’s a poem, so we can invite the invisible to appear, but will we? Are we brave enough to face the invisible? With words we can create images that stare right into our hearts.

-jobe



Missing my late son, I take down an old photograph of him at five years old. He is holding at a fall festival, this son that I lost. His hair is getting long and slants across his forehead. My young son squints his eyes at the afternoon sun.
-jobe


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