Remembering – Written Thursday 2nd February 2012 (Aged 36)


occasionally it catches me
like a body blow
a strike below
she has gone and then,
for a second i remember
i realise there has been a period of time
where i had not thought about it
i had not thought about mum’s death
and it hits me
it catches all of my breath
and in a strange way i feel guilty
i feel guilty for not remembering mum
even though i know that is ridiculous
then i try to remember what it was like
to have her here –
and it seems and feels almost contradictory –
that now, she is not

James Garratt – Thursday 2nd February 2012

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