<![CDATA[Legacy An observer would have thought her unsuited for that frame. I wondered why my parents kept the photo on the piano. She’d died over ten years ago. Died on her own, by her own stupidity. A visitor would have thought her adorable, precocious, serene. Unable to see the contagious recklessness. Unable to see the damage she inflicted. How my family came undone. I slip her photo into the desk drawer. Underneath a stack of report cards. [This poem is from Microtones by Robert Vaughan Červená Barva Press, 2013]]]>
3 thoughts on “"Legacy"”
Poignant, heartfelt, spare, lean and beautiful. One of my favorites in Microtones.
This is a great poem, helps me a lot! Thanks.
Breaks me heart — in all the right ways.