sunshine at six
cheering on the morning
cherry petal confetti
© Rachel Green March 2024
Mum's tears
as she is enveloped in my father's arms
"They say there's not much hope."
She's just back from a twenty minute walk
to the nearest phone booth,
her hands full of two and ten-pence pieces
to phone her brother in Newcastle.
Her parents are dying
but she's two hundred miles
and a twelve-hour journey away.
Sunshine through net curtains
in the front room of their house
etches their silhouettes
on my young memory.
© Rachel Green March 2024
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