My Mum

Sorry I’m late can I tell you why, for on the way an old lady said ‘Hi".
She was wrinkly and lonely, had a tear in her eye, I went to walk past I really did try. Curiosity caught me, with no where to hide, and before I new it to her I replied.
Her hand reached out, frail fingers extend, I went to walk past or so I’d intend. Determined she seemed clutching my coat, and with a worn husky voice this lady then spoke. " Hello young man could you stay for a while, I’m lonely, hungry and could do with a smile" She went to add whilst pulling me down, " its cold out here asleep on the ground"
Embarrassed I felt for time was not mine but as I looked in her eyes I could not decline. With a nod and a smile this lady took breath and went onto say “no longer fear death”
Bemused by her bluntness she saw in my eye that I was unsure I was questioning why.
Her fingers all stained and wrinkly and tough found our hands together as gently they touched. A smile I saw and a glint in her eye then I heard these words just after her sigh. " how have you been? my you do look well, how are your kids, how old, I never can tell"
The warmth in her eyes and the touch of her hand she must be mistaken, does she know who I am?

“I remember you Billy” she went on to say, “We sang songs, with your toys together we played” Lost and confused I can’t understand " Billy you know me I’m the daughter of your Gran"
The words she uttered got all lost and confused, I know I looked startled, bewildered, bemused.

Drawing me closer she went on to say, “Remember your Ted from your 3rd birthday,” So how old are you now?" “Where do you work?” reality was crumbling Im going bezurk.
The penny then dropped but how could it be, for sitting beside me, my giver of life, for this lady was my mother, dads trouble and strife.
Time separated us, so her I not know, but how is she now here, oh, how is it so. Her fingers felt real I could feel them on mine Then she uttered “my son”, those words so divine.
“How is it mum how’d you know me, for when God took you I was but three?” "Why did you leave us and where did you go, Oh mummy I missed you, oh I missed you so "

Her eyes engage mine and tears I can feel, " Mum" I whisper with rejection a fear, but I new it was her I new she was here.

" Shhh" she replied, both hand she now held, alone we were together, alone in this world.
Tears I cried for my mother not know, for me and my Daddy grew up all alone. My memories not clear and too hard to recall so I beg of you mother please do tell me all.

“Time is precious Billy, I know this you find true, and time was deceptive, and stole me from you. Alone I not leave you at your side I do stand and in your moments of sadness I was holding your hand”. “But Billy” she said in a voice so polite, “I am tiered and weary and I’m loosing this fight”. “My son I do love you and can tell your all right so now I must leave you and follow the light.”

She left with that whisper and went out of view, but I will never forget her this I won’t do. Her touch I remember and her voice still clear for the love of my mother I always have near.

My Mum


National Park, Australia

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