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A Ghazal is a poem with a word repeated at the end of each line. I wrote this for and about my mum. She crossed many lines in her life, but that last one, where she wandered into her final few years of confusion, was the worst. Luckily, the woman I had know would appear, often, to remind us all that she wasn’t finished yet. I also had to cross a line with her dementia and learn to love the person she was, not just who she had been.
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Ghazal for Mum
I was my uncle Harry, my son was me.
You, the second oldest, the youngest one, mum.
Your dad rode a horse in Battle, found a job
Down South, built a home for six kids and your mum.
You were clever, kind and practical, but you
Gave away one future for another, mum.
I found letters asking you not to give up
Life in the lab for the love of my dad, mum.
The decades pulled back like tides, leaving you
Alone in the bright sunlight, not quite right, mum.
From Alan to Alzheimer’s with just enough room
To be Margaret Harrison again, mum.
And when the Redcar sea pulled you further back,
Your breath left like the waves. Will you wave to me, mum?
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