Your proximity to heaven scares me. When I drive to see you through winters dark, I am frightened that you might already be there.
I do not like that you walk with such difficulty, that your hair is thin grey and that I feel pain when I watch you move.
Crisps, sweets, grapes foist on me though I rarely eat them.
Repeated questions about repeated subjects,
'What was that?' at every texts chime
Still angry at people I have long forgiven.
Then,....a meal. Not perfect. A bit dry... you worked so hard on it
- For me
- Your reason
Thank you my darling Mum
I love you xxxx
