the 1950’s.

 

But I spent 

   4 months and,

   15 days,

   living in the 1950’s. 

 

At least I’m told I did.

 

My parents got me there,

   before moving

   to the 1960’s.

 

All I know

   of the 1950’s,

   is grainy,

   distant,

   and black and white.

 

Dad quiffed,

   Mum elegant,

   caught happy,

   in the one photo

   I know of then.

 

My parents blooming,

   getting on.

Living the 1950’s,

   before I came along.