Mother

Where are you? Where have you gone again

Leaving me alone with these walls and a piece of you

Your remnants carefully scattered, collected, retrieved again

I don’t understand your words, I am much too small

I fancy something about garden walks, my kid gloves, a clock upon a wall

I smile and wait, waiting for you to retrieve me

Out of your spoiled frenzy, the glitter of the past

Come home, remove your hat, say how warm it is again

I revel in your delicacy, your strong sweet smell

Youthful, elegant, alive and so aware

Of all that is ‘out there’