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