Maureen
I have a photo that I brought back from my dad and my stepmums' after a recent visit. It's a photo of my mum when me and my brotheres were still kids. I was 4 and my mum 36.We were on holiday in Wales.My mum is standing in the middle of the picture. Infront there lies a white wooden farm fence that rests to one side, inviting you into the scene.Behind it a golden field, blushed red by the sun.My mum stands in the centre, a slightly distant figure, her face blurred, she looks almost like a painting as her red anorak stands out with a striking stillness.I look at the photo and take a magnifying glass to see her face more clearly.It becomes something like a ghost story as I feel like I'm looking at myself, it could easily be me! Something in her stance, the way she has her hair, the long features.I might even choose the same clothes, but it is her, my mum ,Maureen. What a life she led.
