Ashes
It was just one of those routine visits I’d become so used to. Trip to A & E and waiting to for my Mother to be assessed. There’s a strange lighting in hospitals, a fluorescence that is cold, bright and clinical. So many people her from all walks of life. Just clock watching.
Making general conversations peppered with attempts at humour. All I see are the juxtaposition of your feet, my shoes and her slippers. My Mother hoping she is going to be OK. She’s terrified of dying. She’s terrified of not seeing her ‘little dog’. She’s bored.
I must remember to renew her driving license
It’s early the next day and I have breakfast. The view of the hospital complex pans out through the window
Making general conversations peppered with attempts at humour. All I see are the juxtaposition of your feet, my shoes and her slippers. My Mother hoping she is going to be OK. She’s terrified of dying. She’s terrified of not seeing her ‘little dog’. She’s bored.
I must remember to renew her driving license