Forgetting to Live

It’s morning

Squiggles of silvery trails

Lead to rainy night snails

She’s lost the thread

Of something in her head

Looks out of the window

At a bird flying by

A monogram in the sky

To remind her

Of something she’s forgotten

A queasy feeling

Of standing on an empty stage

It happens at her age

She forgets the next line

Misses a cue

Not knowing what to do

She watches the hands of the clock

Move slowly round its face

In an ever faster race

To mark off the seconds



Of the rest of her life

In an old photograph

Mum and me


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