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Sing Your Love
Beyond all mist
Remember only this,
You were loved.
Is there anything more
Mere mortals can wish for?
Some talk of revolution,
But in the dead of night
There is no warmth in a gun.
One day,
A solitary ship will sail the ocean
Cast overboard its plundered treasure
And seek comfort in the last lighthouse.
Memories remain in the
Grass in the rain,
Sun on the sea,
Small toys on Christmas trees.
Mum’s last word to Sue and me was “sing.” She nil-by-mouth at this stage. We were trying to encourage her to eat and drink and asked her what she had to do? Fully expecting her to answer “eat and drink.” She smiled cheekily and said “sing.” We knew what she meant.
Remember only this,
You were loved.
Is there anything more
Mere mortals can wish for?
Some talk of revolution,
But in the dead of night
There is no warmth in a gun.
One day,
A solitary ship will sail the ocean
Cast overboard its plundered treasure
And seek comfort in the last lighthouse.
Memories remain in the
Grass in the rain,
Sun on the sea,
Small toys on Christmas trees.
Mum’s last word to Sue and me was “sing.” She nil-by-mouth at this stage. We were trying to encourage her to eat and drink and asked her what she had to do? Fully expecting her to answer “eat and drink.” She smiled cheekily and said “sing.” We knew what she meant.
Published 2nd Dec 2021
Author's Note
ERULGCT #112. Uma xx This is my final scribble on my dead parents or Alzheimer's. Will bury a biscuit tin of memories in a large hole. Waiting to be reunited at my own death. It was Larkin who wrote "They fuck you up, your Mum and Dad." Not quite Philip. I managed to do it all myself. Spectacularly.
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