Today a sad lonely figure I cast.
A nearby train rumbles passed.
I sit on the bench, quiet all around.
Tweeting birds, the only sound.

I talk to Mum, like she can hear.
Today I sense her presence near.
I chat away in the Springwood sun.
No flowers but 'Happy Easter Mum'

I tell Mum, Bernadette is on the way.
This is turning out like every other day.
In my mind, for Mum's reply I wait.
But all remains silent around plot 68.

 

Happy Easter Sunday Mum

xxx