By Damien Knight
Her sketch pad in hand She draws
Her eyes squinted with concentration
Her obsedian hair obscures her view
I watch the pen on the paper in aw
A sporty white dress painted her
Every curve in view of my eyes
Her giggle like a bell rings out
Cat like eyes back at me so sure
“It’s you.” she whispers holding the page
Filled with drawings of my family
She standing with us in every scene
With dialogue like a play for stage
“A story board?” I muse a sigh
She packs the book into her gym bag
Glance at the trees in the park around us
It all fades, a dream another lie
The Shade of Writing 