Do you remember that photo we took?

Do you remember that photo we took?
The one where we sat on the stairs?
There was you Dad, and mum, and the three of us girls, 
dancing and putting on airs.



I think I was twelve or maybe thirteen,
and my dress sense was truly awful
I'm not sure that torn jeans and bright yellow wellies
have even been sane or lawful.



You were in the middle, smiling and happy,
Mum looked tired but managed a smile
the three of us girls just for a change
did as bid and came together a while.



Was there an occasion or special purpose?  
Or did you just want time to freeze?
We were all growing fast and doing our thing,
to get us together and make us say cheese.



I'm glad you did it anyway,
I look back at pictures taken by you.
You managed to get the three girls together 
and capture us as we grew.


Three little girls at a birthday party, 
three little girls on a train.
Three little girls on a holiday,
or standing out in the rain.

Three teenage girls looking mawkish,
three teenage girls in the sun.
Three teenage girls at a wedding,
smiling and having fun.

Now its three grown women and their children,
you capture at least once a year,
Getting together at a party
Those moments are never drear.

Do you remember that photo we took?
The one we sat on the stairs?
I'm glad you made us sit there,
your three little girls on the stairs.

I wrote this poem in about 15 minutes at our latest meeting of Hereford Writers' Circle.  I find rhyming poetry challenging and usually avoid it, but I thought I'd give it a go.  I'm not entirely satisfied, particularly with the rhythm, but I did like the sentiment, so I thought I'd share.