Mum’s Stained Glass by just mercedes

[Todd]

You remembered you’d missed your early morning cuppa
when I asked the hour I was born, to start my star chart.
 
Child bearing and birthing came easy to you. Six kids 
in eight years, tumbled together, a litter of pups.
 
Summers bottling fruit, making jams and chutney
so the kitchen cupboards filled with stained glass.
 
A child of the Depression throws nothing away;
plastic, paper, you never know when you’ll need it.
 
My letters arrived, through love and loss and laziness,
from other countries and different marriages.
 
I found them in a suitcase while packing up your house.
Here we are again together, at the other end of life.
 
No words arrive now. You no longer recognize me.
You smile at whoever brings you a cup of tea.






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