It’s National poetry day so here’s one I made earlier in celebration. It’s from my poetry book “Four Life Emotions” and a wee favourite of mine. It tells of the relationship between my mum and my grandmother when the former was visiting the latter in a nursing home after the onset of Parkinson’s Disease. Sometimes life just flips on it’s head and we’re never truly ready for it.
My Child
She is my child.
She lies head caressed to my bosom, a babe in arms,
Seeking security of my presence.
She is my child.
I cut her food and instruct her on how to eat,
To take the joy of her new life.
She is my child.
She relies on me for the basic human functions,
Assisting her with her mistakes.
She is my child.
I hold her as she walks with unsure balance and direction
But with persistent agitation.
She is my child.
I am close to her and she to me,
For she said I’ll miss her.
She is my child.
She was my mother.
G R Jordan author, poet, and top Dad apparently!