Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

“Gold and silver over me…” Illustration by Moira Kemp

It was, I believe, Mother’s Day in the US, so it was perhaps fitting that I should get to meet up with both of my sons as well as my granddaughter today, an unusual occurrence these days. My younger son had called his brother just before I was due to leave to say he and his little family would be there shortly… so of course, I stayed, falling asleep in the sunshine on Nick’s deck.

“You’re going grey…” Well, I’m not denying that, but a ‘hello, Mum’ might have been nice first… My son grinned..

“Hello, Mother, you’re going grey…”

It isn’t the first time that has been said. The first time was long, long ago, by candlelight… when the light had fallen on the shining locks of youth and the reflection had painted them illusory silver. These days, of course…