Long, Long Ago

I find the one remaining photograph from my wedding: everyone is still smiling, despite the way things turned out (time can fade print, but the smiles remain fixed forever). Somehow, that one picture survived; the others had fallen victim to Mum's scissors, long, long ago. My dad is wearing his blazer and one of my ties; he's looking healthy (just as I remember before the cancer...) long, long ago. My mum in a new suit, is much younger-looking, and well. I wish I could step into the happy picture,  and keep my parents as they were then. My wife and I are wearing our shining new rings - long, long ago they were sold and melted down for other newly-weds to wear. I remember the deep love I felt for my wife then. Mum asks what I'm looking at and she tears out part of the picture... my ex wife is still smiling from the waste paper basket... Date written 24th September  Writing Challenge 2, September 2019 - The Photograph  Sponsor, Wiishkobi Ode