We are such
an imperfect camera
we keep so few images
and our lens
is always fogged
our data is stored so imperfectly
that surely God
went digital a long time ago
We have no backup
for our images
and don’t record sound very well
except for the music of our voices
which we use to try to
save some data in the newer storage units
I can write things down but I cannot
cannot
cannot
make you see that look in my father’s eyes