Not refusing her food.

The nursing home phoned

as they knew they must

''your mother's refusing food''.

On the way I called

in a grocery store.

When I arrived I found mam

sitting near the front door

hoping to escape.

I brought a tray on wheels before her

and went to the kitchen.

On my return I put down a plate

with pieces of pasty and sausage roll.

''Who made all this'', she asked?

''Me'', I replied. 

'' who are you''?

''I'm Huw your son''!

''No you're not!''

''Who are you'', she asked again.

''I'm a mad axeman''!

''No you're not'', she insisted.

Have you tried this pasty I enquired?

UMMMM she said as she hungrily devoured

all that was on the plate.

''Is there anything else'', she asked the mad axeman?

I've got some trifles he replied.

UMMMM she said between mouthfuls, 

not refusing her food.