sliding into depression
are the meds still working?
no HRT
© Rachel Green June 2026
Unplanned
I was the visitor,
the uninvited guest;
the nosy relative
looking through my parents' things
after they were burned to ash.
Here's the fur coat and gloves
my mother wore to church
every Sundays and holy day.
Here's the jar of silver farthings
in cast they became more valuable
than the sixpence of decimalisation;
and here's a packet of three condoms
with one missing from the box
the remainder expired in 1963
after my Catholic mum
realised he was using them.
© Rachel Green June 2026

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