Loving Her Both Times Forever

I watch her move about now in brightness now silhouetted by the light suffused with love ...with light (all red hair flying as she runs to meet him he clicks the shutter just before she reaches him flings herself into his arms sending the camera flying her yellow blouse & magenta skirt turning now) into the black & white of this favourite photo of 40 years ago or more perched above a roaring fire that keeps the wolfish winter at bay aided and abetted by a clock with porcelain tick-tocks & a flamenco doll from touristy Spain from sister Flo (and with whom she never did get along) . This is all she has to fight Time with. She so young then so invincible in her delight. I watch her now potter about a halo of white white hair her beautiful faded hands making me a pot of Earl Grey tea. She falls asleep in the middle of talking to me as the photo comes alive both dreaming the other. I kiss her sleeping head tuck in her cover my heart knowing that I love her both in the times that I didn’t know her and that I know her.