Look at her, sitting all doll up, as she went, to sit by the door, waiting on that promise that’s, NEVER supposed to have been made, by her Daddy Dearest, and yes, he’d, forgotten, that it was, his weekend, to pick her up AGAIN!
Look at how happy they once were, as a family, just the three of them, his parents and him, walking across that meadow of green, look at how happy he was, chasing those, butterflies, what, happened, to those butterflies he managed, to catch in his hand? Oh, he’d, SQUISHED them a little too hard, and, killed them…
not my photo…
Stories, told by those photographs, you just failed to notice, because, you’re, way too busy, worrying about, the MOST insignificant details of your lives, take a look, downward, of that little girl with the black eye, on the cover page of the news, oh wait, you can’t, you’d just, WALKED right by, without giving THAT heart-wrenching story, the TIME of D-A-Y!!!
Stories, told by these, photographs, if only, you can, just, LISTEN to the tales they’re telling, you will finally, GAIN that LOST humanity back again, and yet, you just, walked, right on past………
not my “poster” either…
Life, the Obstacle Course 