She came to me last night

Walking towards me

Dressed in her flowery skirt

And her blue sequined top

She looked calm and serene

Reflective even

Smiling at me purposefuly

Her brown eyes twinkling

I ran towards her

I put my arms around her

I wanted to feel her

I longed to smell her

Just to touch her

 

Then she was gone

I looked

I stared

I felt

I hurt

I ached

She was gone

Removed...erased

Vanished into thin air

No more

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

And then

A still small voice

"Pull your socks up

Have you washed your neck

There's potatoes growing in them ears

Stop your sulking

Wait till your dad gets home lady

Slam that door one more time

Take John for a walk to shop

While your there get a loaf

And 5 pound of spuds

Have you washed up yet?"

Oh I do miss the sound of me mothers voice!!!