We’ve come full circle. I care for you as you did for me.
Watching you, frail, worn out, and full of sleep, every breath’s a battle.
At times you’re sad, remembering your past and friends who’ve left before you.
I take your hand, and now I’m crying
“Don’t be such a Silly-Billy,” you say, shaking your head, you make me laugh. “Now, I’ll have a wee cuppa tea if you’re offering.”
Mam. How I love you!
At night I kiss your face. “See you in the morning!” I whisper hoping that I will.
Your shuffling feet are my dawn chorus.
I'm Irish and I live in Dublin. Been writing since I was a child. Had a few pieces published many moons ago and won some contests. A lot of my words were lost in the pen and paper es. Marriage, Kids, Career, and writing came at the bottom of the list. Now I'm retired I'm giving my time to resurrecting my poems and stories. I'm also trying to finish the book I started a lifetime ago.