Family Portrait-The Line Up


Family Portrait the Line Up

A family picture

A line up

All wearing the same shirt

All holding hands

But look closer

Patrick, the eldest stands alone hands behind his back

The youngest, Maura, a bit sour, wearing undies with a diaper underneath

Looking off                                                                                 

But holding on

Tight to her brother Tyrone

Tyrone with the sweet smile and loving heart

Turned slightly toward her

The eldest girl Deirdre tucking her left hand behind her back

Putting on a smile

Eyes closed

Her right hand, holding, her brother Kevin’s left, a natural fit

Then three more boys Terry, Shaun, Tyrone

Terry, barefoot, shoulders back, a playful smile

Holding Kevin’s hand and waiting for Shaun’s to descend into his

 Shaun in black shorts, smiling

Turned his own way

Curious at something beyond the camera

But holding Tyrone’s hand out of sight

Tyrone turned slightly towards his little sister his left hand behind his back clasping Shaun’s hand

His shorts barely peeping out past his long untucked shirt

His right hand reaching out to capture Maura

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