Empty
we still visit mum’s on saturday
but the cup of tea
and slice of cake
has been replaced
by tears and heartache
we still pull up
at the same driveway
open the same door
but the bare interior
let’s us know that mum is not here
we still drive along the seafront
that in winter months
takes the weather’s full brunt
we still make plans on saturday
and say,
let’s go to mums
but when we get there
the loss and emptiness strikes us down
mum is not here,
she is not playing on her computer
or sitting in her chair
her flat is empty,
the furniture all gone
we still visit mum’s on saturday
but the laughter has stopped
and the warmth has gone
James Garratt – February 2012
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Empty – Written February 2012 (Aged 36)
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