Poetry & Prose
A Family Photograph From the day Nicholas was born, he had his father's hairline. The very thought petrified me. I could see him combing his hair the same way by age five. He also walks like a duck, again inherited from his dad, the same scaly fingertips, and an exaggerated need for material things. An interest in golf, just like an absent dad, even though he barely knew him this trait presented itself some years later. He has a wild streak, just like me, dark blustery eyes that speak, he also looks a lot like me. In becoming a young man he looks just like my brother at the very same age, but that would only stand to reason, when he was a kid he could be passed off as his cousin's twin. All the kids in fact, we could mix and match all day long. Eric is my thoughtful child, meek, and studious, sometimes quite moody. He resembles Poppy, my mom's dad, but has the drooping bottom lip like his father, built like a brick *&^$$% house but with a heart that rivals Texas. A good looking lad he was, the heart throb of every girl in school. Now when I was young and brazen enough to go auburn I looked like my mom, a handsome woman and my favorite sister Deb. She was the pretty one with a petite figure. Now I look more like my Dad along with brother Bill and my not so favorite sister Sandy. If you're worried, please don't, as she'll never read this, at least until I'm dead. Amy Rae, Deb's daughter is built like me , my sister warns her to be careful we all know what that means. But as she ages it amazes, she looks just like my mom. I get my height from my grandmother Ida Gray, and probably her temper, when she was alive she was the family strong arm. Look at me sideways, you'll no doubt see my grandfather Paul Vause, straight nose and high cheek bones, the native American heritage. It's quite interesting this genealogy, how the blood lines run through the generations, skipping some, introductions of new, dilutions of time and culture and still, the past will always come back to remind you in a family photograph. And to think, at one time, I thought I might be adopted... The inspirational photo (new window) CVB~ The Realist © Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved Back |
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