Ruhhe Biruk- "A Postcard From My Mother"
- Teen Writing
- May 10
- 1 min read
Updated: Jun 23
A yellow house with no rust
A pair of twins saying hello.
How at once I can see
both the future and past.
Bad Florida omen, a swimsuit
hanging off the dresser.
Water splotches
on the back door. An invisible
hand rubbing sunscreen
on an invisible back.
Even now I want to photograph
you
in the moment of happiness.
I point at the shutter and
say Here.
