Marie

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.