For my Mum…

 

I looked through the window,

I thought I saw you;

just a hint of a memory

that I wanted to view.

 

A past life once lived;

a deep memory pain.

I had to control myself

from calling your name.

 

Her walk was all wrong

and her hair, not the same,

but she had the same clothes

as I saw in my dream.

 

I followed behind her

and hoped to see

that it really was you

as you used to be.

 

I knew it was futile

and couldn’t be true;

you’ve been gone these six years,

it couldn’t be you.

 

© Mum 2012

Alexandra Carr-Malcolm 2012