and I am already anxious about visiting my mother in the care home.
Remember Me
Her eyes are still the same;
Time has drawn a few more lines
And they take longer to light up
With recognition. Oh to go back in time,
When she called me by my name,
Hugged me close and kissed me better.
Now I hold her hand and smile,
Tell her everything will be all right.
We’ve passed the equality of adulthood;
I am now the mother and she is the child.
writing in north norfolk 