Blessing Warner Brothers

by sloanranger

A black and white portrait of a baby, just an infant but her eyes are old and disturbed, as if she knows there is misfortune ahead and she is angry about it.

Maybe it's a just reflex of the photographer's light on those tiny blue lens. Or maybe that light

which enfolds us all, focuses for an instant in time 

to warn and protect her. But trouble is far away

and for a while the years will smile upon her

and she will glow with them.

With the coming of the blood it begins - slowly at first.

Dinner is later and later, loud voices - sharp, fill the house

but friends no longer do. A lifelong habit of eating fast begins -

rushing, to escape the table and the pain.

They go to sleep earlier now.

In the silence - very late, there is escape.

Sacred Quiet reigns and in a darkened room,

in front of a flickering black and white TV

she sits,

blessing Warner Brothers.