Grief death bereavement consolation friendship (Remove filter)
To Rach
You enter the hospital
COVID precautions, mask on.
You see your Mum,
breathing on her own again,
like she had done for years
even before you were born.
And you know it’s time,
nothing can be done now.
You say your goodbyes
Walk out of the door
to a life that you no longer recognise;
One where you feel alone
without your anchor,
your home
There will be mome...
Monday 4th January 2021 4:48 pm
Recent Comments
Martin Elder on Call me soon
23 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on for the Unbroken
51 minutes ago
Yanma Hidayah on Between Morning and Night
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on HAIKU DON BHLIAIN 2025 [UIMHIR A TRÍ DÉAG]
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Bread and Roses
2 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Haiku for 2025 [N. 12 KNEECAP]
2 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Forget-Me-Not
3 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Reference in Rhyme
3 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Life in blues.
3 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Gray Hair
3 hours ago