The Lying Photo Poem by Joe Hughes

They cuddle, yes they nestle,
Dressed so finely, photo smiles.
There's a gap twixt mum with children,
Not just inches - more like miles.

It's her wedding day - the daughter -
But she sits out to the side.
There were times when she grew up
When she had to run then hide.

Mum has had at least six whiskies
Just to get to church on time.
Dad's reformed, been on the wagon.
Looks well dressed, almost sublime.

They will go their seperate ways
When this special day will cease.
They'll ignore her, he'll keep posing
As mum suffers from DT's.

For now locked in Kodak closeness,
Six by four, the glossy type
But when flashbulbs stop exploding
They will cease their family hype.