it was a mistake
to take time out to dive
into the past
where I met my mother
in her prime
posing in monochrome
my father by her side
casual with his James Dean looks
a protective arm draped
reassuringly round her shoulders
parked before them
a seen better days coach pram
holding two under two
my younger brother chuckling
mum’s eyes flashed bright
as did her smile
while mine today
cloudy grey
brimful of rain
portray pain
at the loss of all three
swallows now flown
to pastures unknown
in a too high sky
i remain grounded
just about