A black and white picture
The sun is shining through a window behind you
Your hair black short Your small brown hands folded neatly on a tiny wooden desk
Some of the girls in the picture are smiling You are not Your eyes staring into the camera Seem a million miles away
That stare I will see seldom and one day understand that storms begin millions of miles away
David Groulx, “On Seeing a Photograph of My Mother at St. Joseph Residential School for Girls” from Wabigoon River Poems. Copyright © 2015 by David Groulx. Reprinted by permission of Kegedonce Press.
Source: Wabigoon River Poems (Kegedonce Press, 2015)