Wedding photo

I don’t know,

and,

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

That,

and her gown

Draped over the platform,

Lilies

symbol of humility and devotion

held delicately.

 

And,

I look at their hands,

Not held;

His pointed thumbnail –

Was he a tailor?

And hers,

Thumb tucked into her hand,

Perhaps, a nibbler?

 

I can only surmise,

Guess.

 

And,

 

Anyone who might have been able to shed a light on the couple,

Now also long gone,

Faded

Like the image itself.