My mum is a very talented little soul. She has started to write poetry at points in her life when things mean soemthing. Last week she was sitting with a great aunt who was in intensive care and slowly fading away she wrote this and had to wait until aunty had gone before finishing it:
"Goodbye"
I can hear you you know
Even though I’m not moving.
I can hear you you know,
I’m not really sleeping.
I can hear you you know,
You are not listening.
I am calling you know,
Why aren’t you listening?
I am shouting you know,
Still you are not listening.
I can feel you you know,
I know that you’re near me.
I can feel you you know,
Your tears all around me.
I am waiting you know,
To see who is calling.
I am waiting you know,
To decide who to go to.
I am saying goodbye,
I hope you can hear me
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