I keep these polyfotos on the shelf next to my writing chair and my Mother keeps an eye on my words, rather like when I would sit at the kitchen table and draw or do my homework whilst she made the supper.
" How old are you in these photographs?
What were you hopes and aspirations?
Did you think you had a best side? I think I can tell.
The missing one- was it your favourite or one you did not mind giving away and what for ?
What colour is that cardigan in your black and white world?"
I would also say:
" These photographs are of the you before me. But in you I can see me.
And on Mother's Day and any other day I still think of you."