Poniżej przedstawiamy wiersz, który Graham napisał w zeszłym tygodniu na cześć swojej zmarłej żony, Wiescki:
PICTURES OF WIESCKA
In every photograph she smiles at me
With such a secret smile, as if she knows
That she’ll be gone one day and I’ll be sitting here
Looking at all that’s left of her, these pictures
Through eyes so filled with tears they seem to dance
I think of all of the stories that I’ve written
Of people who can walk through mirrors
Or paintings that can come to life;
And when I hold these pictures I can almost hear
The sea, the trees, the sunny afternoon
And Wiescka’s laughter, carried by the wind
But these are photographs, no more than that
Just light and shadows from a world
Where Wiescka lives, but I cannot return to, even once
To touch her hand, her hair, or just to say
Don’t smile that secret smile, one day that smile
Will make me miss you more than you can know