Two men at the back grinning-
beneath the hospice 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
beneath the windows
eighty years ago
All wreathed in smiles
and at right front my mother
prettier than the rest
I am ashamed
how is it that I never guessed
eighty years ago
my mother prettier than the rest?
on an old photograph