We are both dressed
in matching-tan-wool coats
topped-off with elegant tams.
Standing together on stone steps —
green grass thriving at our feet,
buds and blossoms from the rose bush
showing in the corner of the frame.
We are playing “dress-up”
(blistering hot and sweating
under the heavy-wool-weight),
in the famous June heat —
smiling on cue, as grandma snaps our picture,
with an ancient box camera
and old, arthritic hands.