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To Rach

You enter the hospital

COVID precautions, mask on.

You see your Mum,

breathing on her own again,

like she had done for years

even before you were born.

And you know it’s time,

nothing can be done now.

You say your goodbyes

Walk out of the door

to a life that you no longer recognise;

One where you feel alone

without your anchor,

your home

There will be moments when

you remember something they have done,

know that they are still there, with you, all along.

🌷(5)

Grief death bereavement consolation friendship

◄ Monday in Tier 4, New Year Jan 4

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 5th Jan 2021 23:54

Moving. I still remember the words my late mother spoke to me on
one occasion not long before she passed. She said almost matter
of factly -:
"You'll miss me when i'm gone"
Much later i was able to include her words in a brief poem of remembrance - and now, nearly thirty years on, they still ring true..

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 4th Jan 2021 17:21

Clicking on the like seems an inadequate response. So sad but a lovely poem. My condolences. From personal experience, the last three lines are so true.

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