MOTHER SILENT

A MAN AND HIS MOTHER'S DEATH

Those days are over now
you and your mother

sitting in the garden
she with her posh lady hat

and you in your cap
to keep the sun

from your balding head
she maybe muttering

but mostly still
and quiet and looking

as best she could
at the birds coming and going

as they picked up bread
now she is still

and silent once more
quietly dead

and you sit no more
in the garden

in your cap
and she

in her posh lady hat
with the sun

on your head
she is silent now

forever gently
peacefully dead.