Tuesday

Poem ~ Remembering, Mammy

Remembering,  Mammy

1932 - 2021


You couldn’t recall the name of the blue plant

flowering next to the miniature daffodils

 

when I asked and it annoyed you.

‘I used to have such a good memory,’ you said

 

as we sat drinking tea together in the garden room

warmed by the Spring sunshine.

 

The next morning the first word you said to me

when I came downstairs was ‘Muscari’.

 

I want to always remember that.

I want to always remember everything. 




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