A Mother’s Love

She bends to kiss him on the head,
scoop him into her arms
keep him safe
Mummy’s always going to be here
keeping you safe
holding you close.
The child clings to her,
hands warm and sticky,
staying close, even as he wonders
at the world – sees it in awe
but he’s safe, he knows he is,
protected in her arms forever
a bond that cannot be broken.
She walks him to the water’s edge
and they stand, watching the sun
go down over the ocean.
She will never leave him,
not by her choice.

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The Butterfly

The butterfly’s wings beat gentle
as it settles brown wings
onto the flowers I carry.
It stays as I walk
down the twisting pathway
towards you. It flutters
away before we get there
but through it, I feel you with me.

You are there again on a Cornish hillside
in late January sunshine
unexpected, but beating your brown
wings, sunbathing in the rays
you dance around us, to let us know
that you are there with us
before vanishing into the hedgerow.

I see you again closer to home
on a scorching summer’s day
you fly in to check up on us
lazily circling around
in the heat and I watch
you rise and dive
among the bright flowers
that still thrive
despite the fierce, blazing sun
and the wily hands of time and neglect.

I Wish

I wish I could explain
just how much I miss you
how I’m longing to hear your voice
again for a little while
to have the comfort of it
a little longer
I wish I could voice
the words I want to say
that I miss you
and it overwhelms me at the most unexpected times
when I’m not asking for it at all
when I feel that these feelings are past.

Return

I stand in the entrance

to the Tate Modern;

my heart is beating like a drum

and I cannot move.

But the world did not end

nor did the heavens open

as I had thought. You are still

not here and I am still alone

alone as I was five minutes

earlier when I entered the building.

The world keeps on turning

just as I keep on breathing

and you keep on not being here

any more.