You fed me with a spoon that day,
For the first time. A tear in your eye,
Delight at that memorable milestone,
And all those yet to come –
Such as learning to talk and handle a fork.
Then, I’d make that walk to school and see
My world open up in the blink of an eye.
All guided by you, my loving mum.
I fed you with a spoon today,
For the first time. A tear in my eye,
Despair at this miserable millstone.
All those tasks you can do no more,
Such as handle a fork, or simply walk.
It won’t be long before you can’t talk,
Your world reduced to a slow, blinking eye.
My beloved mum, gradually gone.
