Seeing my mum
So I find myself seeing my mum.
I plan the hours I will visit,
I consider carefully what we might do
What we might say
I wonder what gift I may take to her
What would she like, what would be useful?
I'm not sure anymore.
I enter her home with a smile on my face
Ready for whatever I find
I try to be both flexible and determined.
There are too many 'I's here
Where is my mum?
I listen and I smile and I reach out until I feel like a rainbow with a headache.
A dual perspective