My Mother Poem by Kevin East

I thought i saw my mother
Emerging from the bric-a brac
Silent sifting through bargain rack
In search of any ornament fine
Cut price silver service
Where nobody comes to dine.
I thought i heard my mother
Call me in for tea
One summer's night when fading light
Caught me in reverie.
We sometimes talk in dreams now
That's how it has to be.
I always see my mother
At birthday and Christmas time
Her laugh and gentle smile
I reply and watch her mime
Teenager at the table
When time was on our side
Life is an endless fable
Where hopes ebb with the tide.
I thought i saw my mother
Laying in a care home bed
My sister said she was poorly
But i knew she was dead.
She didn't die that instant
The time she was so ill
she went so many months before
Then heartache broke her will
I thought i saw my mother
One clear and moonlit night
I felt her in the wind
A gentle breeze so slight
And i heard her in the morning
When birdsong reassured
We'd meet again in heaven
Our broken hearts both cured.