Forget~ me~not

Forget~ me ~ not ,

dears.

There have been a gazillion

things going on in my life over these last

few days.

I'm still here though,

with words as fragile as

silky threads spun over

wooden waiting spools.

But no time,

to write them.

I stir the sugar lump into my teacup,

then remember I don't take sugar.

Forget~me ~not.

When the rain came

I'm curled up under the duvet,

while the rain spills down

from the sky.

Come,

April showers.

Downstairs I can smell each

coffee bean being roasted to perfection.

It's easy,

on days like this~

to dream of faraway places

with seas the colour of turquoise.

Later, my sister~in~law

will come,

probably in a red dress that is ill fitting,

and red shoes that match.

We will take my mama ~in~law

to the first of her residential homes today.

This Easter has been a time of deep thought,

quiet reflection.

Old age comes to us all.

I reminded myself of this each time

I cleared up the ironing that Mama

had strewn around the rooms,

when I found her washing in the kitchen sink.

I'm tired.

But when I look into her eighty year old eyes,

I try to remember the girl she once was.

Loving her seven children,

when money was short

and times were hard.

Now ,

we give our love back to her.

By clearing the little trails of

forgetfulness she leaves behind.

When the rain came.