You fed me with a spoon that day,

For the first time.  A tear in your eye,

Delight at that memorable milestone,

And all those yet to come –

Such as learning to talk and handle a fork.

Then, I’d make that walk to school and see

My world open up in the blink of an eye.

All guided by you, my loving mum.


I fed you with a spoon today,

For the first time. A tear in my eye,

Despair at this miserable millstone.

All those tasks you can do no more,

Such as handle a fork, or simply walk.

It won’t be long before you can’t talk,

Your world reduced to a slow, blinking eye.

My beloved mum, gradually gone.