Tuesday, July 30, 2019

POEM:------- : A PHOTOGRAPH:--

               ⧭⧭⧭ A PHOTOGRAPH⧭⧭⧭

                                                                    poet:- {shirley toulson}
The cardboard shows me how it was 
When the two girl cousins went paddling,
Each one holder one of my mother hand,
And she the big girl some twelve years or so.
All three stood still to smile through their hair
At the uncle with the camera. A sweet face,
My mother that was before I was born.
And the sea, which appears to have changed less,
Washed their terribly transient feet.

Some twenty-thirty - years later
She had a laugh at the snapshot. "See Betty-
And Dolly," she had to say, "and look how they
Dressed us for the beach." The sea holiday 
Was her past, mine is her laughter. Both wry
With the laboured ease to loss.

Now she is been dead nearly as many years 
As that girl lived. And of this circumstance 
There is nothing to say at all.
Its silence silence.


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