Thursday, 3 June 2021

One Poem by Debbie Hewson




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.


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