MUM

You are the sunshine.

And whenever it comes out I will

stop myself from screaming and shouting

because you didn’t like that.

You always smiled.

You always seemed happy.

And from the moment you held me

you were a constellation for me.

Not just one star, but a collection.

A reflection of you, me, us and stars.

We still don’t know how lucky we are to have known you.

A blast of joy when I saw those numbers

on my phone – you always made me feel less alone.

You were a Catherine Wheel.

Spinning and beautiful and everyone stopped for a minute.

Please let that moment stop with me in it.

Ma, Mum, Little Blackie, Hells Bells, Helen.

Maybe I will never see you again
and if so, I have few regrets.

Maybe that’s as good as it gets.