Mum and Dad
dad,
i miss him differently to mum
both dead
but there in my head
they find me in dreams
as a pair
i have the conversations with them
i never had in life
both hang around
the realms of my sleepy nights
mum,
i miss her differently to dad
i had an indelible love for her
that wood stained my bones
and though I had anger
the ache and the pain
informed my grain
and left my wellbeing unplugged
and critically lame
dad,
i remember the last time looking back
pulling away from the bungalow
arguing about politics
and then, later on
loss, and in one morning
he had gone
what did he think in those final moments
as he slipped away to whatever lies beyond
James Garratt – Monday 5th July 2021
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Mum and Dad – Written Monday 5th July 2021 (Aged 46)
