(a verse about John Lennon and his mother, Julia)
A single picture’s all we have
Of John beside his mum
She postures for the camera
He squints up at the sun
A bit of space between them
Her hands hold him in place
The smile she wears is simple
No makeup on her face
John’s hand is moving quickly
It leaves a blur instead
His upper row of teeth are seen
A hat frames Julia’s head
The Julia from his ballad
Seashell eyes and windy smile
Unapparent in the image
Posed in standard British style
Her life, a modern tragedy
Alive one day, then gone
Ripened the fruit of anger
Deep inside of John
They soon would lose connection
This mom and wriggling child
For John, it was rejection
His emotion unreconciled
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