Chocks Away, Chaps
Thinking of my mother passing at 2:30 AM today,
I keep looking at the happy wedding photographs
from seventy-five years ago: all those uniforms!
Woollen gray of the Royal Air Force: Dad rakish
sergeant in the RAF medical corps, khaki jackets
of my Mum's fellow Auxiliary Territorial Service pals.
My Mum's Joan Crawford-plucked eyebrows;
Dad pulled her into the seclusion of the limo.
Christopher T. George
Gordon B. George and Yoria Matchett George,
St. Anne's Church, Aigburth, Liverpool,
February 22, 1945