The wedding photo sat easily in its silver frame. It once had pride of position on the table. A table that was now filled with the scattered toys of Serene’s two children. Rushing back to the kitchen to finish baking her firstborn’s birthday cake, the photo caught her eye. Serene picked up the photo frame tenderly with her flour dusted fingers. It has been years since she last considered the photo. He always knew how to capture her at her best. She looked resplendent in her wedding dress with her husband by her side. Philip was dashing in his wedding tuxedo. She smiled happily into the camera. Her eyes on the photographer. Her thoughts wandered back to what could have been, but she was brought swiftly back to reality by the screams of her two children. Her baby had woken up again. She placed the photo frame carefully back on the table. A flour dusted fingerprint marked its surface. The only evidence of the moment that she had stolen for herself. Motherhood leaves little time for nostalgia.
Month: July 2020
Faded tattoos wrinkled skin
gleaming watch marking time
Time marked by amulets
on frayed discolored strings
Mullet hair
Past present glory
Do they know who I am?
My deeds my actions make
My story
Bus stopping Brakes lurching
Heart beating yet another day
Life seeping
Faded tattoos past glory
Where is my time machine?