you are young.
your mother wears blue.
she swoops you up in an instant,
and you are flying, just for a moment.
once you return to the ground, a shutter clicks.
and life progresses.
you aren't as young.
your mother wears gray.
she cries at the drop of a hat,
and you forget,
but life progresses.
click.
from then on,
even before then,
it's all just pictures.
click.
your eighth birthday.
click.
your first report card - straight a's.
click.
your first crush.
click.
you stop taking pictures when your camera breaks,
and you forget.
and life progresses,
but you forget it all.
your mother wears all different sorts of colours now, but you don't remember them.
you don't remember much anymore.
you don't
you don't
click.
one day, the weather is fine.
you decide to sit outside.
the warm sun sits nicely in the sky.
you laugh, just for awhile.
one day, the weather is fine.
you decide to sit outside.
you laugh, just for awhile.
the warm sun sits nicely in the sky.
one day, the weather is fine.
you decide to sit outside.
the warm sun sits nicely in the sky.
you laugh, you laugh, you laugh.
click.
you remember flying.
you think.