POSTCARD FROM HER MUM

there they wait
layered and compressed
like flowers in a book

stacked in a suitcase
all the pictures
that cannot come to mind

that must be seen
to be re-lived
that re-ignite Persian summers

the perfumes of love
the warmth of Mum
the chimes of kitchen chat

the large print
laid like a mat
in the gentle garden

photographic longing
layers of seeds and writing
shawling her image

choosing what to see
learning how to look
feeling home again

relating and reframing
the lost and found
in the dark room of her memory.