Fog

I sit on your knee asleep

My head against your shoulder

Your left arm around my waist

My right hand lost in yours

A firm but gentle hold

Your eyes look directly ahead

Vigilant

A solider on watch

 

I look at the family photograph

Repeatedly drawn to the little girl

Held by her father

She is relaxed

Safe

There is comfort in this image

There is also grief

Has she ever felt that safe in the years since childhood?

No such memory surfaces

 Writing 201: Fog

Today’s prompt: fog. Today’s form: elegy. Today’s device: metaphor.

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