Self Portrait
Young boy, sitting on the floor, drawing a picture.
“What’s it going to be?” Mom asks
“Me.” He says, and returns to the work, as focused as any master artist could be.
Later a picture hangs on the refrigerator door, and one would have to look very closely indeed to see the outlines of a skirt which had been erased, or the splash of pink that was under the blue.
And inside a young boy, a young girl cries, while no one listens.
For now.