We are on the same shallow hill
That we were on five years ago
I am using the same camera
You are holding the same pose
As in Wyeth’s famous painting
But I notice that your figure is fuller
Your breasts are heavier and more rounded
I ask you to stay still in the rough grass
And to look at the heather in the middle distance
We finish within the hour as the light has changed
You tell me that you are heavy with child
My happiness is such that I hand you my devoted camera
An era has run its course I am no longer a photographer