My Mother

MY MOTHER

Over and above and beyond

Anything I have ever seen

 

I hear her again saying:

About – above – according to

Below – beneath – betwixt

My dear mother of

19th April 1919

 

She stood in-between tall and small

She rested and dozed and smiled

And admitted

Iā€™m falling asleep

 

Gasping for breath

Her breathing routine

Deep breathes to inhaler press

Gaining her equilibrium

 

Hanging clothes on the clothes line

Mangled-through with dexterity

Dinner for the man

On the table

Gulped down by same

 

Everton mints on a Saturday night

As they took in – on the black and white

 

Another shirt ironed

On the treadmill of being a wife

 

My mother

A gentle spirit all my life

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