Mirrors Of The Soul

In My Children’s Eyes I See The Mirrors Of The Soul

Mirrors of the soul is a page for family, a place of sentiment, and demonstration that the limerick form is versatile. Long before Molly (me) started the pub, she started a family. Notalone, of course, but with her husband, who ventures from time to timefrom his VSPs (very serious pursuits) to join us here at the pub.

His tastes in literature run more to GabrielGarcía Márquez and magazines on photography.Márquez’s regrettable political leanings detractonly slightly from our regard for his genius as a forerunner of themodern genre, magicalrealism. He was born in a town with a name which trips offthe tongue, “Aracataca, Magdalena.”

At any rate, it was most difficult for Don Rafico ("Don" is a title of respect in Spanish) to leave behind thefilm camera, and take up the digital; however, as he does with mostprojects, he succeeded admirably. This barbecue season found himferreting out the perfect barbecue sparerib, and we, his focus group,have accordingly eaten a great deal more of that dish than originallyplanned.

View one of his photographs if you like. He is a bit of a perfectionist, and is still fretting over the imperfect highlights on the title of the book, Keepsake Book of Love and Marriage. By and by, he may grace us with more images herein, and should any be less than perfect, it is surely something done to it subsequently in the business of uploading, cropping, rotating, color balance, saturation, etcetera, which, since computers are my venue, taints the final product. My expertise with the device is more along the lines of turning the machine on, hoping the batteries work, pointing in a general direction, and clicking the button. The results I reap reflect this method accurately.

The eyes are the mirrors of the soul and here are five very beautiful ones. It pleases me to share with you my very finest life project, a view into my children’s eyes. I hasten to add that none of the photography is attributable to Don Rafico, unless we can eventually coax him to provide updates.

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A mother can never reprise
The joy of it. I memorize
When they gaze back at me
The great souls I see
When I look into my children's eyes.

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One avoids the trap to lionize
Sterling qualities they realize
In their work and their homes
The memory roams
To past years, in one's own children's eyes.

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The worlds there within, magnetize
They're not perfect, we won't dogmatize
But then, neither are we,
Yet our own joie de vie
Is to gaze in our own children's eyes.

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The best tribute given to me
Are the parents they've turned out to be
As they pay it forward
The finest reward
Is the care of their own that I see.

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DNA's modus operandi's
To rework the genes. Then applies
An enhanced design
—Reflections of mine—
When I look into my children's eyes.

*Please note the Irish freckles on child number two from the top (first daughter, fourth child)! This page, Mirrors of the Soul is one of the greatest pleasures of having your own website. Thank you for sharing the family album at Mirrors of the Soul. If a website of your own captures your interest, why not join my team at SBI?