They had closed her eyes, but why not her mouth?
Didn’t they know there was no air left to come out?
My ability to speak, to move, to feel reality
dispelled. I could only stare at
herthis stranger fixed in the bed. Everyone said
she was my mother.
Yet I bid no farewell
knowing it was not her, not my mother.
As we drove away I saw her there
the passenger in front of me.
Was it Monday?
Nothing else had changed, had it?
It was all the ‘same’
No it wasn’t!
The day I lost her;