The first time I lost my mother
13-1-2019 THE FIRST TIME I LOST MY MOTHER It is 2 in the morning There is a helicopter flying overhead Like a thought! Or like my mother’s madness That ebbs and flows… Moments it flies low Lights searching for a criminal on the run hopping across suburban gardens? Heart thumps in tightened chest Like it has a mind of its own. Or are they searching for someone Fallen into the Thames Across the road Thump, thump, thump There are thoughts inside my head Waves of emotion over my chest Mother’s cruel words That ebb and flow, ebb and flow (A conspirancy of sorts) So that I stay awake all night Listening to a man hunt Or a woman’s rescue I pray till dawn.