I wear him like a blessing.
Seen
unexpectedly through other’s eyes,
a snapshot, an expression.
Felt
more often, as an attitude, a posture, a talent.
Heard
with the outburst of a slapstick roar
or quietly in some cheeky humour.
Touched by memories:
held still in safety in the surf’s waves
sun soaked skin on hot sand
the life of the party
the positive spin on life…
A life that now has slipped through the veil… but I wear him as a blessing.
Pamela Bray