Women's day also happens to coincide with my mother's birthday. If she were alive she would be 98 today. A few years ago researching the census I discovered her birth place so I took a trip up North.
In Search of Mother
Cross-border, Cross-time into a past Best-Forgotten
if not to find the street where you were born
In the row of Kirks and Dillons and Hursons and Stewarts
their back yards now a gap, an ache, a yawn
wasteland strewn with tyres and rims and spare parts
Nothing to salvage here of your beginnings.
We circled you like electrons, straying
from their nucleus, orbiting their sun
And now nearly two decades on
we still feel the pull and throb of you
even though you’re gone
Beautiful
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