holding on

sometimes, my blue-eyed son,
when I want to hold back time,
for you, for me, so things stay as they are,
and you as you are now,
then I take a photograph of you.

sometimes, my blue-eyed son,
when I want to hold you, hold you so tight,
so nothing can happen you and you are safe,
safe with me,
then I hold on to you in a picture.

All images ©Fred Huening