Perfect Light

There you are . in all your innocence
Sitting among your daffodils , as in a picture
Posed as for the title : ' Innocence' .
Perfect light in your face lights it up
Like a daffodil. Like any one of those daffodils
It was to be your only April on earth
Among your daffodils. In your arms,
Like a teddy bear, your new son ,
Only a few weeks in to his innocence .
Mother and infant, as in Holy portrait .
And beside you , laughing up at you ,
Your daughter , barely two . Like a daffodil
You turn your face down to her , saying something .
Your words were lost in the camera .
And the knowledge
Inside the hill on which you are sitting ,
A moated fort hill , bigger than your house ,
Failed to reach the picture. While your next moment ,
Coming towards you like an infantryman
Returning slowly out of no-man's-land ,
Bowed under something , never reached you -
Simply melted in to the perfect light

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