Dying Mother Remembered

Recall me being lost on holiday? a fair seduced with bright gaudy light. I held in tears a stranger’s hand all day you found me howling loudly, cradling tight remember walking me to school, handheld? but bedridden, you let me go and I walked alone, aged five, in Wallsend my fears quelled, a huge adventure going to school unstalked. I still remember the last dying day, your swollen hands so softly held in hope not sure you knew my heart wanted to stay you did, blinded but reaching out to cope All night our fingers locked… our thoughts as one. you left so gently. I'm still holding on.