No Longer

Young, she was days into motherhood.

The house asleep.

She held it up.
One ashen moment.
Not quite black or white.
A front porch home. Standing
Lovely with ringlets
Her grandma, holding so tiny,
Her mom.

Babies cried in 1945?

Oddly
Up to that moment
She didn't know
She was no longer so young
Nor they so old
Or far away.