29th April 2014

Sonnet 138

The publicity shots that made her truth

Where the unimperished image still lies:

No shadow sunk snaps of a long past youth:

Charisma shines with all her subtleties.

Reprint a refrain of when she was young,

When I identified with her most best,

Before I spoke with her same sounding tongue,

Before my disappointment got suppressed:

Her beauty died with her, that felt unjust,

She'd always made younger women look old,

Including her daughter - who could I trust

To denigrate what every camera told?

    I pretended for her, and she for  me;

     Daughters , by mums it's best to flattered be.