Seahorses

My mum’s life was difficult. She was a wonderful person with a catastrophic addiction.  She died in November 2011.

 

The morning came cold and clear

ice had crept under my door.

My old dog lay down by the wall, tired out.

 

I walked without you, without

your hands, your laughs, your yellow scarfs,

red boots, your kites, your magic tricks.

The stones on the beach clacked and clicked.

 

I slipped off my winter shoes and socks,

stepped into the water, over the rocks,

seaweed slopping against my skin

soft and green.   When I opened my eyes

 

the sand, the shells, the stones all shone

and there you three were,

as bright as the sun,

riding seahorses.

 

You waved at me and though I knew I could not run

I said I loved you, kids.   Then you were gone

but my old dog was by my side

young again.

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About sophiewellstood

Writer of long and short stories, poems and songs. Some of my fiction is traditionally published and in bookshops. I've put some daft poems for younger people / lapsed adults here, as well as some proper swearing, which I enjoy doing a lot.
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