<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457771" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Photograph (Gabriella At Four-And-A-Half)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hold the latest surreptitiously gathered photograph of you, <br>Where you seem so very sad-As though looking through<br>The photograph, directly at me-<br>As if your smile was absconded by the Veterans' Day tragedy<br>That changed both of our lives forever, and surely, for worse-<br>Whose genesis is an enigma, though, surely, a curse! <br>These are the days that circumstance steals; <br>We are both ill-equipped to emote how our heart feels, <br>Given the travesty that has befallen us; <br>I ask God in prayer each night, when He will be callin' us<br>Back to one another, so that we are no longer familial strangers; <br>I know all to well, the inherent dangers<br>Of moving forward too swiftly, whilst ill-prepared.<br>This is why, in spite of a want which obviates, I have not dared<br>Reach out to you, in any form whatsoever, <br>Holding on instead, to a connection that time and space may not sever! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Namely, the bond between a Father and a Daughter; <br>You need me like flowers need water-<br>Contrariwise, I need you as they also need the Sun; <br>Until our consort's reprise, the battle is never done! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The photograph makes you as real as you will get, to me.<br>Until this injustice is righted, photographs are all I get, to see-<br>The only window I have into your world-<br>The only measure of the beauty, into which you have unfurled! <br>A picture may be worth a thousand words, <br>Yet, none spoken by you, which would gift boundless rewards.<br>It does not tell me what you learned today, <br>Nor measure your inherent joy, at the new, big word you learned to say; <br>It does not have a way to capture your unique laughter, <br>Nor measure ice cream cone jollity, nor the clean up, after! <br>It may not capture your wide-eyed wonder at Christmas time-<br>Yet, somehow, it evokes all the emotion of this rhyme! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">-Maurice Harris,29 Agust 2011</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Maurice+Harris">Maurice Harris</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457771" data-title="The Photograph (Gabriella At Four-And-A-Half) de Maurice Harris" data-description="I hold the latest surreptitiously gathered photograph of you, Where you seem so very sad-As though looking through The photograph, directly at me- As if your smile was absconded by the Veterans' Day tragedy That changed both of our lives forever,..."></div> </div> </div>

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