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I share this for no other reason than I believe it is an exceptional poem. Mum When my mum was dying some people came some stayed away. some people came and saw her grey face some people came and saw the hole in the side of her head but some stayed away some sat and talked some brought her old books some saw her fingers drumming but some brought nothing because they didn’t come sometimes I met them in the street in other people’s rooms getting into cars always the same “How’s Connie?” What held them away from our door? Was it the dark rooms? The rows of bottles of tablets? The heavy scent of her perfumed cushion? Or the sight of her shiny skin stretched over the bones of her skull? They kept their distance they kept her in her place they left her for dead months too soon. by Michael Rosen
Posted on: Sat, 21 Sep 2013 00:19:02 +0000

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