She Is My Sister the Photographer

With a thousand cameras she took only one picture
She danced with the glimmering beams of light from the moon
And talked politics and love and laughter with a moose head
She took only one picture, the picture of her life

She danced with the glimmering beams of light from the moon
She writes sonnets in pictures of an ocean I’ve never seen
She took only one picture, the picture of her life
Only in her photographs have I seen her world

She writes sonnets in pictures of an ocean I’ve never seen
She is eyes always watching, life always hungry
With a thousand cameras she has shown me her only picture
The one still life black and white colorful story

She is eyes always watching, life always hungry
Dancing with pizza in one hand and camera not up to task
She is the freezing force of holding moments captive in time
She is the frame waiting for the right photograph to accent

Dancing with pizza in one hand and camera not up to task
She is the laughing jovial face behind the lens
She is the right shade the picture calls to be painted in
She is the raw moment happening all around us

She is the laughing jovial face behind the lens
Ever watching, finger at the trigger, photo waiting to happen
She is the keeper of the eternal now
With a thousand cameras she took only one picture