Phoenix Rising

Dear mum

You would have been 85 today

I wonder where you are now?

I’ve just got out of bed,

Thunder is crashing across the sky.

Is that you in the rumbling?

Are you listening to my pain now?

I look out the window,

A small soft white feather drifts past.

The rain has arrived,

Streaming like my tears.

Maybe you’ve reincarnated 

Maybe the last journey

Was your journey home 

To the stars. 

We didn’t always get it right,

But I still loved you mum.

Phoenix.