Inspired by Film Director Marcelle Lunam.
I am connected to you each and every day.
Long gone, your only trace in
childhood memories you gifted to me.
They surface when I look through old photos,
when I watch an old film you took
of my Mother, a debutante.
I showed her smiling and alive at her funeral.
Each life precious, flickering, gone.
Yet it was you who taught me age 6 about shades,
who showed me Italian paintings,
and inspired me to think beyond what I saw.
To collect colour, compile sound.
So in telling these stories you are woven in
for really all I am traces back to you.
Maybe then, you are less forgotten than I thought.
Maybe I can be the same for another child.
