The Me I Am(For Lyn)

I laugh with a dead man’s laugh (a man I never knew) my grandfather’s laughter flowering like Springtime blossoming in my mouth not listening to the years. Time joins the dots. Painting by Numbers. I see with my mother’s eyes the world stealing into my mind become music anything it chooses. Time joins the dots. Painting by numbers. This gesture is my big sisters gathering me up into her nearness tenderness. Time joins the dots. Painting by Numbers. My father’s love beats in my heart sings in everything it touches amuses me to see how I am all those others as well as me. Time joins the dots. Painting by Numbers.