The Day That Never Came
another letter written
addressed –
rosemarie wood – now deceased
placed in an envelope
folded but not creased
i write these letters
in a state of turmoil
with its capital of disbelief
another phone call
with formalities exchanged
no search from, ‘wood’, try, ”barker’
her former name
it has become routine
though i am tired
and somehow drained
from adding, ‘deceased’
to my mother’s name
another day, addressed,
only by the coldness
of slate grey rain
but no matter how dreary the day
for mum, it is the day that never came
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James Garratt – Friday 9th March 2012
The Day That Never Came – Friday 9th March 2012
