You were my favorite subject.
No one could be more delighted
Or more honestly surprised
When I snapped a picture of you
Sitting in the sun, smiling, or
Pensive, always beautiful, my
Handsome man, my lovely
Model, always enjoying the
Attention, the adoration I knew
You felt pouring from me to
You. I will never take a new
Photo of your serious face. My
Favorite subject. I delight now
At how many photos, portraits
I have. I can study you for hours
My favorite model, patient
And willing, your photo alone or
With me. In a park, by the river,
At a baseball game or just at
Peace in the comfort of your
Big brown chair. My favorite
Subject, I have these pictures
As a memento, memories
That keep me company now.
Now I take pictures of all
The places we visited together.
More memories, pictures I
Had taken often before.
Repetition is also memory.
Tamara, really 