PicStitch
Face frozen
in a state of glee.
I’m darting away from Crappa
and Meemaw yet
as a three year old in a giggle
fit, I’m no faster than a drunken
sloth. How involuntary to smile
when flipping scrapbook pages, touched
hundreds of times by oily
fingers-protective covers failing
since we always have to touch-
the glee is fleeting.
Childhood with limited
rolls of film-not yet graced
with lifelong batteries.
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