An empty cup at the sink
A moment of silence
Too much space, too much time to think
Deep breaths, relax..
Memories pleasing but taunting me still
First meet and hugs, pleased to see me ..well I am a catch (who am I kidding 😅)
Politics and Religion while the others were sleeping
Rashers and eggs with hot buttered toast
Toast buttered of course Mairead take note
They are all crooks she’d say with a wave of her arm
More tea ..go on sure
Where did you go ..?The bog road ?right so..
Simple things done well her chicken with gravy
Trifle at Christmas on a tray for me special treatment
Warm milk and a dash of pepper for Daisy for the sick tummy.
Relentlessly loving as if her sole purpose was giving.
One last cup of tea upon the glass table
Wait till I tell you she said…
A departure from the dog tales.Lost my mother in law who really was a second mother to me by default.Its taken a little time to process.A time where I understood what it is to be helpless.Which is possibly more hopeful than it sounds.
Now there is stillness.
Well put together.