Bringing chocolate and memories to Betty.
Her delight in seeing me expressed as always:
“Love you to bits”
“What times we had”
In a voice which grew up on Gosforth streets
Like me and her best friend, my Mum.
“What a lovely surprise”
Repeated, echoes down the corridor as I walk away.
Time with Mum comes in shorter spells now,
Sentences run aground in your mouth:
Words unsaid but meanings understood.
I hold your hand,
I smell your oldlady smells,
I taste the sweeties I bring you,
See your shrunken body and feel your bony back,
As I hug you goodbye and tell you that I love you,
You say you love me too.
The air here tastes lonely but is piquant with trying- still to be.
Music puts you back together,
Your muscles move in time and your smile returns.
You are still joyful, sometimes,