My brother and father are coping
My father is just coping
The house is not the same
My mother's presence is not there
She did not open the door and say 'Hello, lovey", or 'Hello Lourdy' or 'Hello Lourdy-Lou' (my childhood names) or 'Hello Jessie-Joo" (my poochie)
She did not say "Hello, lovely, carrot cake. I'll pop the kettle on"
She was not there to say any of these things
She was not there
I helped to move some things from storage.
ARW's portfolios with design projects, some of my illustrations, my old IMac
My brother has a new position in Bedford
My father will be alone
I don't know if he will cope
I was overwhelmed with sadness, for my dad
I promised to visit next week
Perhaps I can take him for lunch, when I visit the gallery
There are many nice places to eat in Tunbridge Wells
At least, por lo menos, the garden was lovely
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