Poetry – Page 6

Resemblance by Kariss Johnson

Resemblance

Stavanger, Norway. Dec 9th, 2005

She stands on the swaying dock,
Bracing against the biting breeze,
Russet curls escaping her bun to dance around her face
Softly lit in the flash of the old digital camera.
She is cradling her first daughter,
Lovingly wrapped in a pink blanket;
Snuggled tightly in a onesie softer than lamb’s wool,
Whiter than the Norwegian snow coating every surface,
Dampening every sound
To a whisper.
Only nine months grown
With open eyes, bright and brown

Behind them the yellow and orange
Beams of light waltzing over the snow and water,
Picture of the days dancing end
Painted over the icy fjord;
Daughter looking to the rising moon
Mother gazing at the setting sun.
Does she know that soft new face,
Like dough just starting to rise
Will become a reflection of herself?
After gazing at the grainy pixelated image
Glowing on my computer screen,
I know it has.