I can't remember

I can’t remember

Is that really me

That I see there

In my father’s arms

Way up high in the air?

I have no recollection

Of when this picture was taken

All I have is this black and white

Image to fall back on

It’s a bit of a mystery

And as I wonder who snapped the shot

I do see it’s in a public street with

The tardis style red telephone box

What am I doing in this snapshot

Of illusion and confusion

As I point at someone, something?

As my father focuses on the camera

As my father smiles casually

And my mother smiles graciously

I recognise the pose as she’s

Smiled that way many times before

She appears happy

With her hands clasped

Which I think is

A sign of contentment…

And I wonder at the mystery

Of no physical contact

Between my mother

And my father

(17th poem for NaPoWriMo)