Knees
By E. Laura Golberg
In the engagement photo, my father looks taller
than my mother in her war-time dress.
She had two inches on him.
She told me, "I bent my knees."
You can just see, if you look carefully,
two bulges of knee half-way down her skirt.
That's why he married her. She knew
what mattered to him, how she could mend things.
In the photo forty years later, when he receives
his honorary doctorate, he stands in his red robe,
orange sash. She's next to him again, wearing
her silk suit. Her legs are straight this time.
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