LIGHT
for Mam
The last time we were
together in the same place
her face beamed as he
played, the son of her
son the ‘apple of her eye’.
(We never imagined she’d die.)
She said, as he sprang
like new heather or the
reflected light of a summer
sun on the beachfront
trampoline, ‘I want a
go!’. She said - (we never
imagined, that moment, her
dead) - she said she wanted
to jump too and laughed
that she’d never pass for
“Under 16”. (Well, one can
dream!) The pebbles at Cold
Knap wrapped us all
as we sat, in a clear light.
We might have imagined at
that moment living forever:
what we are, where we’ve all
been, what we’ve seen,
come together in moments;
lucid, vivid smiling moments
shared by blood and through
friendships. As we sat in the
café sipping hot tea, she
seemed distant looking out
over the small, swan-dusted
lake. We make ourselves live
forever by our actions, our
smiles and the good deeds
we live by. We never die.
