In tiny color transparencies, these images swim up from the past into the oval of my magnifying glass:
My grandparents squint into the sweltering Alabama sun next to long-lost relatives visiting from Australia. I am eight years old.
My mother lounges by the pool in a one-piece bathing suit looking younger than I remember on a Florida vacation, while my sisters splash in the pool. I am thirteen.
Flash forward half a dozen years to my sisters holding bouquets as if they were bridesmaids standing next to their dates at a dance under an arch twined with artificial flowers.
In these captured moments everyone is always smiling, and yet I want to weep for what will happen to us, for what has happened already.
Anne Whitehouse is the author of five poetry collections: The Surveyor’s Hand, Blessings and Curses, Bear in Mind, One Sunday Morning, and The Refrain. Her novel, Fall Love, will soon be published in Spanish translation as Amigos y amantes. Her story, City Cyclist, will be published in the Ride 3 anthology.