A Photograph of Mum, found in a box marked 'to keep' Soft sunlight fills faces fixed in pleasure, focused by dad, snapped with minimum fuss. Captured in our youthful flat-bellied pose. Days gone, frail yellowed paper now holds us. Behind us in frame, young vine shoots, painted shed door shines inky black, green lawn fresh mown. We stare into the lens, futures faced, vibrant mother, son’s strong arms flexed in flippant fold. But spinning earth foreshortens future’s scope. Shutters stand still, old age needs no record of loved ones lost, or grief that brooks no hope. Steadfast selfless care brings its own reward, memories, image-blankets for our sleep, held close at heart marked precious, one to keep.
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