“MOTHER” 22 July 96

Tying my shoelaces
coming my hair, waiting
in the quietest places
I think of her.

Lying in bed, release
peaceful and free
yes closed alone
where she died in her sleep

The bed where she screams
I’m dying, I’m dying
I held her hand at two thirty
I felt her slip from me

But months later in peace
she was released
I miss you Mum
I’m alone

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