I walk in the clear waters of my childhood,
again curious to undo the strings
of the old clutch bag and live once more in
its endless line of pockets and photographs.
There in the midst of it, standing upright is
my three oldest aunts, all forehead banbeaus,
Long necklaces and Mary Jane shoes.
Mariah in the centre, arms around the
shoulders of Margaret and Tilly.
A paper image by McLoughlin’s Studio Westport 1923
for their mother to hold against her grieving,
while she awaited the arrival of airmail letters.