Scrapbook Page

Scrapbook Page

 

They beam summer red

dribbling on her mini thigh

while the nurse checks her labs.

He is her comforter

a teddy bear when the catheter comes.

 

Tiny text. Fair font.

A spray of sea.

A wash of greenery.

 

His mouth opens crazy

eyes bulging

to make her shriek

with gladness

 

Outside each frame

I sit rigid behind the lens

frayed

frazzled

grateful that my miniature joy monster and I

are never alone.