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Loss

I miss you Mum Lost in your words of a childhood we could never know Canyons of loss across a lifetime War, your Mother, my Father, The loss of romance and in the end it all came down to Words I miss the feel of you Your cheek soft as what? I don’t know, but your skin was SO soft, Your hands lean and elegant, skin smooth to touch, You would have laughed at that, saying Oh No, the years of gardening, washing, laundry But they were smooth when I held them I miss your yearning for the other world I miss your simple joy in the life in the gardens you inhabited The lushness of that last garden at Booran rd. Your need for a little shed and a seat Wednesday nights when I had you to myself I read your poems and am reduced to tears. You thought you would never be good enough to write for anyone to read But I read you Mum, I read you.