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| The Revenant, , Andrew Wyeth |
Like Narcissus enchanted with his reflection
you loved those in whom you saw yourself
lavishing them, me
with your affection
withholding from those who
did not mirror
what you wished to see
You were good to me
for you cherished that which
you valued
Even now
you come back to me
in dreams
You are a revenant
Do you return to see me
or to see yourself once more?
submitted for Magpie Tales, 82
and for Jingle Poetry at the Gooseberry Garden, Poetry Picnic, Week 4, Grandparents
and for Jingle Poetry at the Gooseberry Garden, Poetry Picnic, Week 4, Grandparents
