Here's one of my poems from my collection My Mother is an Old Elephant, available on Amazon here, or see the Poems section.
Visiting Mum
She lies down all the time now,
turned by kind hands,
living in the space
between her face
and this plain wall,
sometimes understanding
I’m here beside,
other times dispersed
among the floating radio waves,
out upon the voiceless tide.
With each ebb the angels keep a little more.
With each flow, a little less returns to shore.
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