A poem flowed out of me (that’s a first!) on the morning of Mother’s Day 2020, first posted on Instagram on 5 May 2020.
Mum, where are you now?
So often, I’ll feel your essence
In some little way. And wonder.
When I’m handwriting. Or, see your letters poking out on the mantelpiece.
Or, when I turn the pot handle from poking out on the stove to tucked in…“that’s asking for an accident, Kevin”
In the earliest moments of the day, with first sips of coffee, and just staring, like you would (but you’d have the radio on).
And when I paddle out, drawing a hand through the water. Feeling the wispy micro-currents widdling between my fingers. The swilling in nature, and the chaos of breaking waves that you so loved.
Mum, where are you now?
And thank you for being there too.
