I'd given her a name and I'd given her life. Inside my brain she took flight. I imagine her with long hair and a giggly smile. She was so beautiful, she loved to wear dresses. She was truly a young lady. I called her Angelica one week, named her Anastasia another day, and called her Victoria when I thought about the possibility of her having similar initials like mine. She smiled everytime I called her. She listened and hung on every word I'd say. I was the greatest thing in her world and I'd fill her entire soul with love to the point where she'd know that if I were no longer physically around, she'd always have me deep within her heart. Something about her eyes would remind others about me and something about her laughter would cause folks to whisper, Anthony's child... Yes indeed, a dream she was...
3 comments:
V, I love your prose and how you mix photography with it.
So you plan to write your prose and merge your photos into a book. That would be awesome and I will buy it.
She will have that kolohe spark in her eye as you.....
Your diverse talent still astounds me and inspires....a brother of the heart for all time! ;>
This is really beautiful Anthony...
-Tee
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