She takes a while to answer, walking frame
distorted through striated glass.
‘Who is it?’ And you can hear the accent
of an Austrian girl, shipped to London as a child.
In the living room, Parker Knoll chair,
quiz books, biscuit stocks,
and the Viennese family
who stayed behind.
Elegantly dressed, unsmiling
in black and white;
Mutter, Vater, Schwester, Bruder.