is a force
My life in dentist years
My life I measure in dental checkups.
Six monthly, regularly and without letup.
Now, by my reckoning
I have just thirty four visits to go...
until it's toes-up time.
I hope Mr Taylor won't be offended
if I start to miss the odd one near the end
just to stretch things out a bit, you know.
From the corner of my eye
I saw my mother yesterday.
Nothing unusual about that
you might say.
Thing is, she was in a tree,
the swaying twigs of a sycamore.
At first I thought it was
But then I saw it was mum.
I see her quite a lot these days
especially since she died.
I even heard her on woman's hour
speaking to Jenny Murray
something about war brides.
I see her in the high street,
in crowded old photos,
on buses going the other way
and most times when I close my eyes.
How could someone ever be forgotten
when they're clearly so alive.