Sunday, 12 June 2011


I awoke with my mother standing silently.
Are you awake she says softly.
I am I say, the cloud lifting from my eyes.
I understand immediately.
Our last call.
Theyre out.....ok bye.
The photograph boxes appear from beneath the bed and are dusted.
Paper and glycerine memories are brought into the light.
They have been asleep for a long time.
Her smile.
Her pain.
All gone.
A voice carried away by the wind.
Lost twice.
Once in life and once upon passing.
In the regions that breathe, I will always love her.
An eternity of silence.

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