Whose Lens? - A Poem by Patty Mooney

Whose lens
captured the cheese
cake pose of my mother
before she mothered six
before she met her husband-to-be
on Grande Ballroom balcony
before she walked off
that frothy Bermuda beach
before she stood up, climbed down
the pumice throne
like the hoary head
of a dragon
which lifts her above
roiling sea and quickening sand?
She is alone in the shot,
her smile, breeze-lifted hair
black two-piece,
pale Slavik skin
exposed to the sun
of the day.
Who knew
how her dreams
would develop?