2 boys, fishing by the lake,
net billowing, a picture I was glad to take.
My baby on the swing, hair behind,
a way for her to fly, freedom on her mind.
My mom in the hospital, pale skin, blue eyes,
More tired day by day, but god knows she tries.
Standing by the gravestone, a straight line of black,
Stone in the foreground, family in the back.
A sun setting over the mountains, the sky so blue,
but its me behind the camera, so the halo’s around you.
An eagle soaring, peace in mid-flight,
a flag ripples in silence, blue, red, and white.
I meant the ’2′ to be spelled out.