I watch <br />as it flits <br /> <br />from a sepia tinted moment <br /> <br />to a moment held only <br />in B & W <br /> <br />before crashing into Kodachrome <br /> <br />that self-same smile <br /> <br />flirt like a bird <br />amongst the branches <br /> <br />of your family tree <br /> <br />changing sex whenever <br />it cares to <br /> <br />becoming an uncle...a cousin.. a Mum <br />...anyone it wants to! <br /> <br />Persisting through the ages <br />(that same sad secret smile) <br /> <br />worn...but not worn out <br />by your Dad or a great Aunt <br /> <br />& remark how alike <br />your great grandfather & you are. <br /> <br />Both the photo & you <br /> <br />smile that same sad secret smile <br /> <br />that I bend to kiss <br /> <br />...this lovely summer’s day.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shall-i-compare-thee/
