October 14th 1987

Twenty-one years ago Mum died, my bittersweet memories today just would not let me be.

Today I am being followed, or that is how I feel,
By misty shadows, which ghost-like reach out
Interrupting thought.
Elusive images drift, swirl in a way that is surreal.
It's a busy day, I pause; there is no doubt
I am being caught.

Pulled back down the corridors within my mind,
To recesses where I can find my yesterday,
And I feel the sun.
I try to move forward, my day-dreams lag behind,
Sneak into the warmth where they want to stay.
Now I have begun

To enter memories. I strain to see her gentle smile,
To smell her soft skin, I hardly dare take a breath,
Don't want it to end.
Since I stepped back it has been such a long while,
I travel twenty-one years to the dark day of Mum's death,
I lost my best friend.