Summoned to make an urgent flight
After endless hours crossing the sea
The stillness of my beautiful homeland
Reveals Nature’s constant rebounding in Linwood.
So what has changed? I still feel
The warmth of her touch,
The half-smile at my feeble jokes,
Her serenity as we listen to Handel.
Mum is still very much alive.
Diminished in so many ways,
Like autumn’s amber traces at my feet
The warmth of the morning star emerges another day
Through the haze of chill and uncertainty.
Her incandescent kindness is felt by all,
Her quiet persistence along each step of the journey
That is her gift, now and forever
As today we both gaze with uncertainty into the future.