It is enough
to sit, to think, to be
to know your presence
in the length of time
that brought you here
and to acknowledge
your final passing…
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Writing in Mum’s notebook
Your words beyond the grave
Who to invite to his funeral
My children’s instructions
On how to operate
The TV remote, the mobile
Which key goes where…
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Sky
The bright, lidded sky, fixes the sun
hides the bitter truth
of many a last breath
and we wonder
what next, ‘will it be me?’
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Bin
No longer counting the wine,
the beers, or the whiskey,
only the decibel crash
of empty bottles and cans
pouring into the recycling!
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Respite
In the hospital grounds
Summer is full to bursting
the plants turgid, vigorous
staging borders of colour
while all around grass is ablaze
or shouting from the shadows.
He contemplates the moment
alone, questioning ‘Am I stable,
will I return, and when, and how?’
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Day 19
The sun has given us another day,
we drink water, tea, eat breakfast –
so many hours to play with –
while somewhere in the middle distance
they are fighting for her life.
Day 23
Carried on the breeze
elements of love.
Day 29
Is yet to come.