Away
(A poem for our mum)
I cannot say and I will not say,
That she is dead, she is just away.
With a cheery smile and a wave of hand,
She has wandered into an unknown land.
And left us dreaming how very fair,
Its needs must be, since she lingers there.
And you – oh you, who the wildest yearn,
From the old-time step and the glad return –
Think of her faring on, as dear.
In the love of there, as the love of here,
Think of her still the same way, I say;
She is not dead, she is just away.
Chosen by Jacqui
Tracey
20th September 2017