cold wind
blowing down the stairs
vegan diet
© Rachel Green February 2025
I saw my mum out with her shopping bag
As I went past, driving my partner's car
but just as I remembered her; the lag
had not changed her face in forty years and more.
I have not looked upon her since a teen
as aneurysm put an end to loving cares
for what an awful child that I had been
to bring about her death with selfish prayers.
For that was what I thought, in childish rage
to wish my mother dead before her time
and raised with Catholic guilt, at my young age
believed my answer came from the Divine.
I'm sure the priest knew God was in my soul:
He checked, with finger, in my Glory Hole.
© Rachel Green February 2025
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