Ode to Mavis. By C.p. Singleton (c) 2013

Author, C A Middleton

The last night in Mavis.
No euphemism intended.
So sad. I’ll miss her.
She’s been a womb
To my winter foetus.

She’s sung to me on
Stormy nights.
She’s smiled down
At me when
The world’s scowled.

She has made life interesting.
Sometimes her temperamental
Side infuriated and
Amused in equal
Measure.

Room will feel
Agoraphobic,
Like an institutionalised
Lifer
On early release.

I will miss you Mavis
You were the
Mother
I never
Really had.

Thanks.

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• August 4, 2013
• Landscapes and Nature
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