Two men at the back grinning-
taking part beneath the windows
eighty years ago
Their serious hands not clasped
as the ladies' are before
one that could be matron
two with arms round necks
Four women at the front sprawling
more or less beneath the windows
eighty years ago
All wreathed in smiles
and at front right my mother
prettier than the rest
In my life so long
how is it that I never guessed
eighty years ago
my mother prettier than the rest?