When three became two
It was a simple country house; a peaceful, secluded home
A family nest of brick and stone.
The age for this domicile I’m sure was high
For it was around to see horse and cart drive by.
Centuries had passed with the tick-tock of life
Without a moment of noteworthy strife.
But this house had a secret, of that I am sure
Stick with me, dear reader, and I shall tell you more.
This home had a ghost that watched the children at play
I know this to be true because I remember the day.
Myself and two girls is what I remember
On a bright hot day in mid September.
The beautiful garden was our world for the day
A realm of wonder with no reason to stray.
We three played by an old rope swing
Smiling and happy for the fun it did bring.
At some point, and unnoticed, a picture was taken
When I think back now, I am somewhat shaken.
This was a time before instant gratification
Photography took days before a need for explanation.
But in time the pictures did come
At which point my young mind did the sum.
There should be three? You must be mistaken
For two is all that the camera has taken.
The child’s ruminations are no more than innocent fun
A thought of anything else would cause a shudder to come.
My memory has become vague to that peculiarity
And reminiscing will procure no further clarity.
The years have rolled by since that odd to-do
When three little children became two.