I don’t know,
It is highly likely I will never learn
how this photo
found its way into my family album.
I remember looking at it as a child
With my mum,
We always found the apparent beauty of the bride
and the groom’s wonky moustache appealing
and her gown
Draped over the platform,
symbol of humility and devotion
I look at their hands,
His pointed thumbnail –
Was he a tailor?
Thumb tucked into her hand,
Perhaps, a nibbler?
I can only surmise,
Anyone who might have been able to shed a light on the couple,
Now also long gone,
Like the image itself.