Remembering My Mum ...

Someplace Else

Imagine if she didn't really die.
That it was her I saw this morning
having her breakfast, at the window that
looked out over the bay.

That our pain was imagined, and
her pain was a nightmare of mine.
That this morning, I woke up and remembered ... she lived someplace else.

Then again, maybe I just caught a small glimpse of her in her heaven.
A cottage, with a big window, and a view that looked out over the sea.

Comments

[Mary Lou]

That is beautiful! I have the same thing happen to me, often, thinking of or dreaming of people who are not here... or seeing them or someone who looks like them. Wish I had met your mom..

[Di]

Oh, you two would have enjoyed each other, Mary Lou. She enjoyed people.