From the womb to the breast, the most unselfish and supreme act of human love.
Why would one not treasure such a precious link and lasting memory.
Want to tell you Mumma how I miss you so.
When at a loose end to your place I’d go.
To chew the fat or sometimes just to sit.
You were watching tennis hit by boring hit.
When we got to talking, your mind so alive.
Share a little whisky and mostly gone by five.
Part and parcel an important part of my day.
Filled me with connection as I went on my way.
The thing is it was a warm recollection more so than a time of sadness although there is always a tinge of sadness.
The key point I reckon is relationships properly built above ground can be the basis of an equally warm connection for ever. Far too late to attempt to mend the fences after they have gone to the grave.
We earthlings have but one chance and often throw that opportunity away in petty circumstances where no one is a winner.
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