I’ve had a similar experience to many,
over dosed on mothering
and missed my father who
died before we’d had a chance to
find the time for resentment
levied at the parent left,
living, mortal, still alive
while life stories, re-inscribed
re-imagine un-lived lives.
What if – isn’t – never was
What was – unexplained – because
Life is written, afterwards.
Cherry Coombe 