My mum is coming home today
Swiftly moving along the motorway
Not seeing a thing but enthralled with the ride
Talking and chatting with Sue by her side
“Look! That’s where I lived when your dad was alive
Our cottage and garden and car in the drive
Oh how I miss that, my little domain
Wish I could be there and always remain”
Hush now dear mother, don’t talk of such things
You are still here and you give me wings
To fly my own path now, as you always did
Hush now dear mother, I want you to live!
jennifer jane pryce
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hush-11/
