Where memories go

I have just finished listening to'Where memories go'. It's the story of Magnus Magnusson's wife's descent into dementia written by his daughter Sally Magnusson, serialised on radio 4's book of the week. What a wonderful gift from a daughter to her mother. Poignant and funny, written with such love and tenderness,  Sally's mother must have been such a wonderful lady to have inspired such a warm, vibrant legacy to have been written around her. I sat in tears as the story reached it's inevitable conclusion, memories of my own mother's passing fresh again. I hope that as a mama I can fill my children with so much love, even when I am not still around, they will be so full of warmth, they continue to warm the world they inhabit. Like Sally's mum did for her, her sisters and grandchildren.

I have included a short poem I wrote when Jay was in hospital.

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**  The Hospital**

The dark pit of the night is over

The sun shines once again.

It’s hard to remember but I can feel it,

The pain, the noise,

The tick, tick, bleep of the machine.

How it all fades now bathed in morning's first light.

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My darling, how I wish I could comfort you.

Take away the invasion

The war waged upon your tiny body.

If kisses and murmurs could make fly this your anguish

I would rip from you the tubes and pins that tether you here,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Free you to fly in the sunshine again.

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