…of wisteria and the scent of honeysuckle

Digital Painting og my Sister based on an Avatar

Her  death leaves
us with

hidden memories

of captured fireflies,

of wisteria and

the scent of

honeysuckle,

of taffy pulls
and
pink flamingos,

of Christmas and

the Wizard of Oz,

of swallowed

shame

and conflicting

secrets.

Image and text Rob Goldstein (c) 2017

9 thoughts on “…of wisteria and the scent of honeysuckle”

  1. Beautiful artwork as always😔 I didn’t see it coming. In the past, no rage, no contact. From both to even think baffles me. Alternate possible part of equation, the connection. Don’t know, want nothing. Moving Forward. Wish you the best.

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