Moira Ann and Patrick John Murphy
My mum and dad, when they were in love, Polperro, the 50’s. They parted when we were little, but always loved each other. On my dad’s eightieth birthday many years ago, my mum, my daughter and myself baked him a cake and drove to see him. My mother hadn’t seen him for fifteen years. They held hands briefly. “Still beautiful Moira,” he said.
Both gone now, but still there in that moment of the photograph.
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