Her days were <br />Whole <br />On Mexican tile and <br />Daddy’s slippers <br />Ahead a full life <br />Days without maps <br />Years without provenance <br />Years and debris <br />Memory is debris <br />Clutter and fantasy <br />In black and white <br />In crackled sepia <br />Never in life color <br />The tartar of bad memory <br />Calcifies and becomes plaque <br />Becomes part of the finished work <br />A life nonetheless<br /><br />Guillermo Veloso<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daughter-forgive/
