Here a seppia photograph
Mother’s laughter crinkles her eyes as she
Gazes up at Father,
Careless of what the future holds.
A lock of hair, lovingly placed
in a brown envelope, folded twice.
mem’ries of golden curls and rosebud mouth.
A card addressed with childish touch
“To Mommy, ‘cos I loves you much.”
Red roses sprawl across the front.
A letter, lined and faded
From years of reading
Bears testament to years of wedded love.
Her treasure chest, a cardboard box
lies on the bed. She packs her life
away, caressing each item. Takes her cane
and turns to start her day.
By M Brizzolari