A conversation with my Mother
I went to visit my Mother at her nursing home today. I told her that her husband of 71 years had died.
She was incredulous.
‘He’s asleep he’ll wake up’. She said.
‘No’, ‘I said ‘he is dead’.
‘Where is he?’ she asked.
‘In the mortuary.’ I replied.
‘Where has he gone?’ she persisted.
‘Heaven.’ I answered as a last resort.
‘Well he’s definitely not gone there.’ She replied.
The End
Alone in silence.
I heard my Father’s dying
echo around me.
Hospital
Alarms blurt out a warning.
Punctuated by
tear stained eyes blinking.
Death
Death now is messy.
All tubes, cords and monitors
with fluorescent bulbs.
Gateaux
A lady who knew how to sew
decided to bake a gateaux.
She used cotton reels
to make orange peel
then entered her cake in a show.
Alzheimer’s 2
Uninvited a
shadow entered through a crack.
Your memories stolen away.
Unseen, they vanished.
Alzheimer’s 1
Do you remember
when translucent waves pounded
sharp, shingle beaches,
and sea foam flew by as your
memory was swept out to sea?
Alzheimer’s
From a haggard face
dark blank eyes scan steadily
for recognition.
Snow white hair falls softly down as
memories melt and vanish.
Whistle
The distant sound of
a steam train punches the sky.
A kettle whistles.
Catkin
Golden skeins of wool
sway gently in southern breezes.
Catkins purr softly