Category: Family
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A Cuppa for Mum
Like millions of other people, I became a carer for my mother as she died of dementia. She had left home in her teens to join the women’s Royal Navy (Wrens). She learned to rally drive, to drive defensively. She brought up her sons alone after the death of my father. I will make you…
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Sounds Like a Mother’s Woes
A poem about a child. Hushed up in a few seconds to corral sounds The little ones she made at first. Spoken-splatters from her tongue Inside me first then on and on. And all the music in the world (sounds like a mother’s woes) Could not have made your toes Change my mind like they…
