The Photograph

There is a photograph on my desk that I love

It sits in a silver frame behind my makeup.

I’m not sure when it was taken

But it is in black and white.

It’s my grandmother when she was a child.

Her father took it

And it is one of my favorite photos of her.

She is innocent in her face and

I image the bow around her hair is green

To match the trees in the background.

She hated that photo and I never understood why.

I guess it’s because people never like photos of themselves

Even if it is a beautiful photo.

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