Although you thought you knew me
and you probably did, then
Your death has changed me
this is now, not when

From a distance,

My mother, gone to her rest above

Taking with her my thoughts and love

She in life, a woman small and frail

What I write

Mindful colours of billowing greys
Dredge through my head in saddening ways
Restless and worrisome troublesome too.
Reminiscence

Death keep your presence at bay
You have taken my mother away
As I look at that empty bed
Of one who so deeply cared
Hot tears

I left my Dad in bed and shook his hand

and took off to another place to work.

His handshake, always firm, was my last touch,