Grandma

Grandma

Is like a fog.

I was eight when she died.

All I can remember,

scrape from my

recollection,

Is a photograph

of me in ‘The Goodies on tandem’ T-Shirt

In back-garden

of Glasgow garden

and her,

Grey haired

and blue

probably

nylon or crinoline dress

and

Zimmer Frame

horn-rimmed glasses

and smile

That wasn’t a belly-laugh,

but one of those

duty for the camera

that were the stock

&

trade of 1970’s

familial

photojournalism.