"Ok ok" she said.

 

Recalling the kitchen clock

she checked her 'phone.

She moved the box and

sat on the bed

she gripped the belt

of her gown

and beaded it's material

between chapped fingers.

 

Down stairs a door shut

and a toilet flushed.

She heard the sounds of the street

another door shut.

She held her breath

and looked at a photo

that she now held.

 

An engine started

she looked again at the photo'

and let her breath go.

She knew now that she

resembled her mother

 

words and foto Tommy Carroll