© Museum of Childhood, Edinburgh
I’m losing things; people, places, bits of me.
So when they come, they show me snaps,
and the sad-eyed woman
She lays down pictures; cheerful girls,
in muddy boots. I smile at the faces,
and those boots, and I do
recall ... something.
They’re all me, the sad-eyed
woman says, pointing at
Me, growing up,