Letter To Mother Unsent
LETTER TO MOTHER UNSENT
Forty years since we last spoke in that park.
Not my choice, hiding in the dark.
Lots of changes in my life
Got three kids and a wife.
Uncle John died thirty years ago,
Your brother Martin was the last to go.
My oldest son lives in Canada
My girl, sixteen, is pretty good at algebra.
I wanted to finally speak
‘Cos it’s your birthday next week.
No, I didn’t forget , no need to forgive.
You’d be ninety three if you’d lived.
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