Make Peace 1997 Poem by Terry Collett

Una folds
the letter
and puts it

in the white
envelope
grim reading

Mother'd died
from cancer
last weekend

no one rang
to tell her
not a soul

just the one
lone letter
from a friend

saying so
so she'd gone
to her God

closer to
Him than me
cut me off

from her life
now her death
Una says

to herself
all because
I was gay

and slept with
the women
not the men

God's curse on
you she'd said
now she's dead

Nuala
my lover
will console

me today
when she comes
we'll make love

in my bed
and make peace
with the ma

in my head.