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Mother Silent
Those days are over now
you and your mother
sitting in the garden
she with her posh lady hat
and you in your cap
to keep the sun
from your balding head
she maybe muttering
but mostly still
and quiet and looking
as best she could
at the birds coming and going
as they picked up bread
now she is still
and silent once more
quietly dead
and you sit no more
in the garden
in your cap
and she
in her posh lady hat
with the sun
on your head
she is silent now
forever gently
peacefully dead.
poem
by
Terry Collett
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