poem (death of a mother)
Created by Hannah 10 years ago
how can you be dying?
your breath glistens,
shot-through with hope
you give, you love, you smile, sideways
you are gentle, smoothing, teasing
you potter, you fix, you continue
And when Mrs M R Caroe
No longer graces this earth
Will a black hole
Race at us? Or will you,
As you always have,
Hopefully continue
Embracing us, from your home:
in the warm loving-place
of God's lap?
Pictures
anemone by Sophie Engel