The Photograph

The Photograph A crease, a blemish runs across it all Black and White No colour then A Mother embraces her child The word mom scratched in with love MOM! Who’s mom, not mine A grandmother to be, and a mother to be My mom, my grandmother Brothers and Sisters Thank you both For the life you gave us Each breath we take First came from you We thank you mom We thank you gran, for the life you gave You may be gone But the love you gave lives on