This morning I hung up a shot of me and my grampa as he held me upon his shoulders and we both squinted at the sun behind the taker of our moment. His work pants soiled but belted into his shirt, and me in an outfit with shoes bought by none other than her, who dressed us as if for a photo that would someday be noticed again.
This morning I hung up a shot of me and my grampa
ReplyDeleteas he held me upon his shoulders and we both squinted
at the sun behind the taker of our moment. His work pants
soiled but belted into his shirt, and me in an outfit with shoes
bought by none other than her, who dressed us as if
for a photo that would someday be noticed again.