Misplaced
I
lost my Mum, people say
Like
they put her down and walked away
And
can’t remember where she is
Like
a cup of tea or a glass of fizz
It’s
a phrase that is unfair
And
sounds like we, without a care
Have
abandoned coats, a glove, a shoe
And
on the way, a loved one too
In
truth it is the other way
It’s
us we lost on that sad day
A
piece of me that’s left aside
Without
my Mum to sit beside
Debbie Hewson lives in Dorset, where she is trying to restore a three hundred year old house, which is fighting her every step of the way. She writes and walks on the beach and sometimes she dances badly.
Oh goodness. I love this.
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