There is a table
in the corner
by a window
where the sun shines through
there a woman is sat, staring outwards
blind to the beauty of the garden she knew.
Her thoughts were turned inward, not seeing
the old tree she had climbed as a child,
the brook where she had paddled and sat by it
as a tomboy,
full of ideas and running wild.
Her scattered thoughts were on the past
and her mother who she missed
and longed to see again
but today she’d said goodbye at the funeral
Mum was gone, with only memories to remain.
Sighing, she suddenly stood, moved the chair back
walked to the door,
which she locked with a heavy heart
turning slowly she once again viewed the
Gone was the past,
time for change,
for a brand new start…