Mum. Helston. 1948.

Mum. Helston. 1948.



Nothing but the quiet sympathy of mourners

Stretched around the ground

Simpering in half-choked grief

The suitable clothes, mostly dark or neutral

Lay down a grid

For professionals in tuxedo’s and studied gait

To do the solemn walk

The car, black, an echo now

Is set to heel

While stones form an arch

That tears flow through

And we are greeted by music

Bade to sit. Reflect

That life is a mirror in which we see

The survivor and his secret thoughts

So. Mother. I think of you.

Six months you have lain

Beneath those marks we made

Around your grave

Can you see the soles of my shoes from where you are?

God rest you Mum.

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