The Photo

 


The photo in the frame was me.


But I wasn’t her anymore. 


That girl was 17, I’m 62. 


Curious, add the numbers and both of us are 8. 


My favorite number is 7.


The photo in the frame is my mother. She’s gone.


My mother was 22, a beautiful young woman in her Naval uniform, ready to serve her country in World War II.


I was in a uniform too but it was a softball uniform from high school.


I was a Wildcat and she was a WAVE.

 

Funny how a life can be placed in a frame hung on a wall and passed by with nary a notice. 


Life in frames. 

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