she goes back to 1949
post war poverty Army Camp/Housing Commission
every memory in photograph is black and white
Shank's pony/bicycle/horses in the streets/cars infrequent
public transport meant trams and buses
stories she tells me of work and army
hand to mouth /six children(all healthy)-she
smiles when she remembers my time of birth-
10 to 7pm -to fit in visiting hours
(they gave her castor oil to induce my birth
i was slow in arriving-but now her stories are smiles-
"beautiful child".Five later,treadmill thin
working all her life to make our life worth living
Now in pain and eighty cycles fragile
steel will and cigarettes/and more stories to guide me
into a future with no guarantees.She will see specialists(advisedly)-
rejects those who treat her generically.We
share lives now more than when i was her first born child
and see how black and white colors all our memories...
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