I was going through old photos today and came across
a candid shot of my mother which I've always loved and decided
to do this drawing of her.
In the photo, she was sitting off to the side at a party
and seemed to look up as the photographer snapped her picture.
I wonder if my father took the photo and whether he was struck
by her lovely bone structure and her soft, dark hair.
I loved her so much
and still miss her every day,
even after ten years.