Dear Readers,
I had a dear neighbour who was on holidays in France and came in from playing with her two boys to shower, which is when she discovered the lump. The discovery was an instant life-changing moment, and Caroline once said to me that she wished she could go back to time before that fateful find. In this poem, in memory of a beautiful woman, I dearly wish it was possible to reverse time.
Le Grá,
Frances
Time’s
Before
I stumble
on the lump
in my breast, I
unlather myself,
close in my body,
quench the waters,
back out of the shower,
redress myself in cottons,
reverse down the stairs
with a lift in my footfall,
swing into the garden
play seek and hide
with my children
who beg me not
to go under a
shadow-free
summer
sky.
I remember you sharing this poem some years back Frances... it is as arresting now as it was then...powerful.
tears again Fran xx