Captured Innocence

She is twenty-four,

bearing her own,

beaming at me.

I smile,

peeling threaded memories,

to  when she was four,

Drifting.

The pup curls in her lap,

nurtured, ministered of all unease.

Her soft, bobbed hair falls,

her delicate hands coax and cajole,

She murmurs, consoles like mommy dressing a scrapped knee.

She hears my breathing,

looks up to me.

I smile,

Drifting …

   - Mark Trubisky

Inspired by the painting  "Captured Innocence"

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