Gone

My mum is alive,

warm and breathing.

She smiles and looks at me,

sometimes blankly.

I find her eyes.

We hold that look for time.

We smile.

She’s gone for tea,

frail looking, thin, arm in arm with the carer.

Gone round the corner.

Gone.

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3 thoughts on “Gone

  1. I know that feeling of ‘gone round the corner’, Bernie – it’s a lovely phrase for that sense of presence which continues…

  2. How true Bernie. When I was last with Mum she looked at me with a twinkle in her eye, gave me a smile and said “hello love” …..each time I walked in to her room. What a relief I thought, I dread those blank looks so your poem was so poignant to me. Let’s enjoy the smiles ….and the “get lost” while we can x

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