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.