tag:marinaflorance.com,2005:/blogs/wordsWords...2024-02-16T09:27:52+00:00Marina Florancefalsetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/73522302024-02-16T09:27:52+00:002024-02-16T09:34:50+00:001974 (that's how it was in those days)<p>Waiting for the bus<br>the number 16<br>Cricklewood Broadway<br>to Edgware Road<br>I have no idea when it's coming<br>because it's 1974<br>with only the bus stop timetable<br>to give me a clue<br>that's how it was in those days<br>we just waitied<br>if it came it came<br>if it didn't<br>we walked<br>often they came in pairs<br>hold tight please<br>ding ding<br>we're on our way<br>wait a minute<br>there's a bloke<br>running<br>he grabs the pole<br>jumps on<br>smiles<br>that's how it was in those days</p><p>mostly I sat upstairs<br>I don't know why<br>once I sat downstairs<br>someone was rude to me<br>on the otherhand<br>things happened upstairs too<br>still, that's where I sat<br>you could smoke upstairs<br>that's how it was in those days<br>fares please<br>the conductor called<br>as he moved around the bus<br>I loved the ticket machine<br>worn like an oversized necklace<br>clicking and clunking<br>dispensing curved tickets<br>all off a roll<br>that occassionally<br>ran out<br>combined with<br>the leather money bag<br>a perfect match<br>change given<br>that's how it was in those days<br> </p>1:51Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/73276312024-01-03T15:39:51+00:002024-02-16T09:26:17+00:00Waves<p><span style="color:rgb(54,54,54);">I sailed on a sea of green</span><br><span style="color:rgb(54,54,54);">I sailed on a sea of blue</span><br><span style="color:rgb(54,54,54);">swam in the sea of hopeless</span><br><span style="color:rgb(54,54,54);">was lost in the ocean of you</span><br><br><span style="color:rgb(54,54,54);">I sailed on a sea of sacrifice</span><br><span style="color:rgb(54,54,54);">where fear of failure abounds</span><br><span style="color:rgb(54,54,54);">drifted on the sea of broken dreams</span><br><span style="color:rgb(54,54,54);">as the tides of change howled</span><br><br><span style="color:rgb(54,54,54);">I sailed on the sea of lonely</span><br><span style="color:rgb(54,54,54);">I sailed on the sea of drowned</span><br><span style="color:rgb(54,54,54);">swam an ocean of fallen tears</span><br><span style="color:rgb(54,54,54);">when a wall of waves tore me down</span><br><br><span style="color:rgb(54,54,54);">I sailed on the sea of loss</span><br><span style="color:rgb(54,54,54);">where no hope would be found</span><br><span style="color:rgb(54,54,54);">held fast in an ocean of your love</span><br><span style="color:rgb(54,54,54);">on fair winds to firmer ground</span><br><br><span style="color:rgb(54,54,54);">we sail on the sea of green</span><br><span style="color:rgb(54,54,54);">we sail on the sea of blue</span><br><span style="color:rgb(54,54,54);">eased in to the sea of hopeful</span><br><span style="color:rgb(54,54,54);">was saved by the ocean of you</span></p>3:30Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/72931262023-10-25T11:48:15+01:002023-11-02T10:38:31+00:00Common Ground<p dir="ltr"><span>Who is right?</span><br><span>I am,</span><br><span>Me too, I'm right!</span><br><span>Who is wrong?</span><br><span>Not me. Me neither.</span><br><span>I'm not wrong.</span><br><span>Our common ground</span></p><p dir="ltr"><span>Is there a middle,</span><br><span>where we can meet,</span><br><span>see eye to eye?</span><br><span>A quiet place,</span><br><span>a place of peace.</span><br><span>A small strip of…</span><br><span>common ground?</span></p><p dir="ltr"><span>Death, we have that.</span><br><span>Despair, we have that.</span><br><span>Loathing, we have that.</span><br><span>Mistrust, we have that.</span><br><span>Grief, we have that.</span><br>T<span>his we share,</span><br><span>our common ground.</span></p><p dir="ltr">Lay down your arms, you say.<br>Lay down your arms, I say.<br>Is there hope, I say.<br>There must be, you say.<br>Do you feel my fear?<br>I know your fear as my own,<br>our common ground.<br><br><br> </p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/72502532023-08-01T06:04:16+01:002023-10-16T15:58:58+01:00See You Next Time <p>it's that time<br>leaving<br>i place a smile<br>wave goodbye<br>close the door<br>fold in half<br>and cry</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/72459962023-07-23T11:39:03+01:002023-10-26T15:45:05+01:00Validation<p>if no one reads you<br>are you read<br>if no one hears you<br>are you heard<br>if no one sees you<br>are you seen</p><p>yes you are read<br>because you wrote<br>yes you are heard<br>because you spoke<br>yes you are seen<br>because you saw<img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/s:bzglfiles/u/172878/49783b60eba8fd1607f6bce36970790c3ae37e8e/original/12938078-1011589208911391-42587377247681709-n.jpg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/71877972023-04-11T20:44:11+01:002023-04-11T20:44:11+01:00Plumbing <p>Plumbing <br>Leaves me cold<br>Under the sink<br>My head turned upside down oh<br>Ballcocks another drip <br>I could call a plumber <br>Not over my twisted body<br>Get me my big red wrench </p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/71877652023-04-11T19:10:08+01:002023-04-11T19:10:08+01:00adopted by neglect <p>through a window <br>to a window<br>where decay resides<br>damaged<br>aged <br>ravaged <br>adopted by neglect<br>broken panes gaze upon walls <br>with neither ceiling or floor<br>fine wallpaper<br>skilfully hung <br>hangs<br>fluttering<br>twisting into life <br>certain escape<br>a gust away<br>through a window <br>to a window<br>where decay resides</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/71836462023-04-04T06:57:35+01:002023-04-04T07:04:20+01:00Us<p>the ups and downs of <br>who cares<br>the I'm right you're wrong of<br>who cares<br>the ins and outs of <br>who cares<br>the your truth my truth of<br>who cares<br>the toing and froing of <br>who cares<br>the beginning or the end of<br>who cares<br>the people in the middle <br>they care<br>stop lobbing hand grenades</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/71725262023-03-16T07:52:50+00:002023-03-16T08:01:04+00:00Because <p>I will not <br>wipe away my tears<br>they can dry on my face<br>because <br>no one hears me<br>like you did<br>because <br>no one knows me<br>like you did<br>because <br>no one loves me<br>like you did<br>I am carrying on<br>truly I am<br>I will keep on moving forward<br>whilst looking back for you</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/71694662023-03-11T12:42:00+00:002023-03-11T12:42:00+00:00Free To Speak<p>If I worked<br>occasionally<br>in a biscuit factory<br>and shamed the biscuits<br>for being soft and tasteless<br>because <br>in my opinion <br>they are soft and tasteless<br>should I be vilified <br>ignored<br>sidelined<br>dismissed<br>educated maybe<br>to ensure <br>that in future<br>I exclaim to the world<br>how very good<br>the soft<br>tasteless textures are<br>or <br>could my critique be considered <br>the biscuits tasted<br>and a few changes made</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/71682312023-03-09T17:50:05+00:002023-03-09T17:50:06+00:00Without Tears <p>I have to sing<br>somehow<br>somehow songs will be sung<br>all the way through <br>to the end<br>without tears<br>then I will sing another<br>and another<br>and another<br>until I have a set<br>your set of songs <br>eventually<br>I will sing again <br>without tears</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/71677712023-03-08T23:07:38+00:002023-03-08T23:07:38+00:00Walking Alone<p>In the distance I see three SUVs<br>parked on a muddy track.<br>Three people emerge,<br>one from each SUV.</p><p>My path takes me closer,<br>they are camouflaged,<br>pot bellied men,<br>each holds a gun.</p><p>I pass them by,<br>they do not look at me,<br>heads down, intently trudging <br>towards the wood.</p><p>Curiously,<br>I move nearer to the hedge,<br>as if to take cover,<br>out of their sights.</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/71677682023-03-08T22:54:38+00:002023-03-08T22:58:23+00:00Silence<p>I let the silence envelop me,<br>cling to my form,<br>unable to move,<br>the stillness feels,<br>surprisingly empowering,<br>my inner movements <br>hidden from view.</p><p>Eyes closed,<br>shallow breaths sustain.<br>An involuntary sigh,<br>a deep intake of life,<br>renders me visible.<br>Raising my head<br>I look up.</p><p>Movement is sudden,<br>unexpected,<br>standing, <br>walking,<br>climbing the stairs,<br>there are things to do.<br>Almost all of me moves forward</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/68905892023-03-08T17:02:30+00:002023-03-08T17:10:13+00:00Anniversary<p>how many years <br>have I loved you <br>how many months <br>of you and me <br>how many weeks <br>have we shared <br>how many days <br>have we been here<br>how many hours <br>passed us by <br>how many seconds <br>without goodbye <br>35 years <br>I have loved you <br>419 months <br>of you and me <br>1826 weeks <br>we have shared <br>12,783 days <br>we have been here <br>306,792 hours <br>passed us by<br>1,104,451,200 seconds <br>gone in the blink of an eye<br> </p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/71658582023-03-06T06:59:13+00:002023-03-08T16:55:52+00:00Word Invasion <p>words invade<br>unwanted<br>wanted<br>they torment <br>conflict<br>collect together <br>forming lines<br>that demand to be written</p><p>controversial lines<br>political lines<br>self-indulgent lines<br>angry lines<br>lines that betray belief<br>passion spewed across white paper<br>meanings misconstrued<br>misinterpreted</p><p>released by the writing of<br>out of mind<br>they need no meaning<br>when left unread <br>new words invade<br>filling each crack<br>every crevice<br>regardless of validation </p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/71411232023-01-21T15:36:36+00:002023-03-08T16:55:52+00:00Time...<p>Time measured in emotion,<br>hangs around,<br>a guest outstaying their welcome.<br>The hands of time<br>shove you against the wall,<br>trapping you there,<br>then, casually,<br>finds something else to do.<br>Suspended,<br>unable to move on,<br>you look at time,<br>you look at time again,<br>cogs slowly spiral.<br>Saturated,<br>you smother your ears,<br>shutting out that sound<br>which has no meaning;<br>tick, tick, tick, tick, tick…<br>Time, it's units measured in seconds,<br>will,<br>eventually,<br>let<br>you<br>go</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/71411222023-01-21T15:35:16+00:002023-01-21T15:41:28+00:00Space<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/172878/c50bbc758071c607bb311dbaab0af67353b62564/original/img-20230121-wa0002-2.jpg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpg" class="size_m justify_center border_none" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">It's vast, this space you have left.<br>I knew I would miss you,<br>of course I would,<br>but what should I do now<br>with this space?<br>Yes, there is a sort of freedom,<br>your parting gift,<br>what you wanted us to have<br>so we could,<br>live our own lives,<br>but this space! </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I think I know why you couldn't let go,<br>even though you were so tired.<br>A mum never leaves her child.<br>You knew that space,<br>you knew it because you have felt it.<br>Now we know it, too,<br>and Mum, it is such a space. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">So you hung on,<br>with every laboured breath,<br>until we found the courage to say,<br>it's okay to say goodbye,<br>it's okay to let us go,<br>it's okay to reach for your sky,<br>we are ready to let you go.</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/71411202023-01-21T15:30:16+00:002023-03-08T16:48:07+00:00diamonds for a diamond<p>it feels close now<br>have we held you back<br>stopped you leaving<br>made you hang on<br>just a little longer<br>am I ready<br>no I am not<br>never thought I would miss them<br>my parting words<br>the same every time<br>bye mum<br>I will give you a ring tomorrow<br>and your reply<br>the same every time<br>make it diamonds<br>okay I say</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/71411192023-01-21T15:28:57+00:002023-03-08T16:51:06+00:00Alzheimers<p>you look tired<br>shall I sing you a lullaby<br>to help you sleep<br>can you sing<br>you ask<br>yes I say<br>I sing the lullaby<br>your eyes close<br>then<br>when the music stops<br>your eyes open<br>somewhat surprised<br>you say<br>oh<br>you can sing</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/71284902022-12-26T11:50:17+00:002022-12-26T13:00:15+00:00You Can Be You<p>I reached for your hands<br>you let me hold them<br>did not push me away<br>this time you stayed<br>we danced<br>your face<br>your eyes<br>sparkled<br>you know<br>don't you<br>no need to mask<br>with me<br>with me<br>you can be you<br>be you anxious<br>be you angry<br>be you tired<br>be you scared<br>you can be you<br>with me<br>always<br> </p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/69471582022-04-13T08:35:59+01:002022-09-15T07:36:09+01:00Only Love<p>I press myself into your chest<br>close my eyes and dance<br>Nina Simone sings<br>my arms wrap tighter<br>entwined<br>we move as one<br>slowly<br>deliberately<br>unaware of who<br>or where we are<br>in these tentative<br>fleeting moments<br>we feel free<br>without thought<br>without worry<br>without pain<br>only love</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/69390722022-04-03T07:03:21+01:002022-04-03T07:03:21+01:00Layers<p>what doesn't kill you <br>makes you stronger <br>it doesn't <br>layers <br>relentlessly <br>painfully <br>stripped <br>eroded <br>one <br>by <br>one </p>
<p>is that you <br>I can't see you <br>are you in there <br>your smile <br>your laugh <br>your voice <br>monotone <br>without colour <br>I <br>miss <br>you</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/69328212022-03-26T19:42:07+00:002022-04-13T08:30:20+01:00Waiting<p>waiting to hear <br>waiting to know <br>waiting in fear <br>waiting in hope <br>waiting for sleep <br>waiting for dawn <br>waiting to stop <br>waiting to start <br>waiting in line <br>waiting in time <br>waiting for you <br>waiting for life</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/67914502021-10-30T06:35:30+01:002021-10-30T06:35:30+01:00Missing List<p>I miss the silence <br>occasionally deafening <br>I miss the comeraderie <br>when we clapped and held a light <br>I miss the frequent family chats <br>via zoom and what's app <br>I miss you telling me <br>stay safe wear a mask <br>I miss the endless hours <br>the wonder of what to do now </p>
<p>I don't miss the daily briefings <br>that always kept us waiting <br>I don't miss the warnings <br>that always came too late <br>I don't miss the graphs <br>with their axis of death <br>I don't miss the lies <br>the double standards <br>I don't miss missing you <br>when missing you was all I missed</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/67813352021-10-20T07:58:36+01:002021-10-20T15:04:08+01:00Forgotten<p>tens <br>hundreds <br>thousands <br>unnoticed they die <br>their number up <br>but never called <br>demographic unknown <br>daily updates forgotten <br>next slide please forgotten <br>wash your hands forgotten <br>wear a mask forgotten <br>keep your distance forgotten <br>warnings <br>disregarded <br>unheeded <br>tens <br>hundreds <br>thousands <br>unnoticed they die <br>forgotten</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/67300832021-08-29T09:31:23+01:002022-05-11T16:47:37+01:00WAVES<p>I sailed on a sea of green <br>I sailed on a sea of blue <br>swam in the sea of hopeless <br>was lost in the ocean of you </p>
<p>I sailed on a sea of sacrifice <br>where fear of failure abounds <br>drifted on the sea of broken dreams <br>as the tides of change howled </p>
<p>I sailed on the sea of lonely <br>I sailed on the sea of drowned <br>swam an ocean of fallen tears <br>when a wall of waves tore me down </p>
<p>I sailed on the sea of loss <br>where no hope would be found <br>held fast in an ocean of your love <br>on fair winds to firmer ground </p>
<p>we sail on the sea of green <br>we sail on the sea of blue <br>eased in to the sea of hopeful <br>was saved by the ocean of you</p>3:30Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/66079552021-04-19T09:30:54+01:002021-04-21T18:14:54+01:00Greed<p>For decades football has been about money, fans' feelings flung to the sidelines, homes of football renamed, removed, demolished, emblems redesigned, colours sullied, players graded by statistics, assists, completed passes, goals (the only stat that actually matters), game times changed for TV, and why? Greed? </p>
<p>If you can afford it you can watch it, pay tens of pounds monthly to see "your team", listen to commentary that doesn't commentate but opinionates from a commentary box. </p>
<p>Greed is at the heart of a national game, and it has clogged its arteries, bloodied its lines, as we look on bewildered, detached, dazed, and dazzled by the numbers. </p>
<p>Whose greed is more greedy? Is 'more greedy' a thing, or is it just greed. </p>
<p>When changes are suggested, don't sit in your ivory towers telling us, the fans, from a distance. We won't like it, we won't accept it. Take away their crowns, deduct their points, send them down. We, the fans, have already lost all this. It's already gone. It's been gone for decades, sold to the highest bidder. </p>
<p>To accuse another player in the game of greed is an irony and a joke. Who's the joke on this time, whose greed has been outdone by the greediest of them all...?</p>
<p>#superleague</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/64996682020-12-15T09:11:38+00:002020-12-15T09:12:58+00:00bare-faced<p>Scanning <br>anxiously <br>around each <br>every corner <br>adrenaline rushes <br>the aisles Pac-Man runs <br>you try to evade <br>but they appear <br>unnerved <br>bandits without masks <br>tiptoeing across your path <br>grabbing that which you <br>physically-distanced <br>are looking for </p>
<p>outlaws of compassion <br>standing <br>delivering <br>exhaling bare-faced <br>they mock<br>ridicule, jest <br>at whose expense? <br>those exposed <br>who have no choice <br>unwittingly allied <br>bandits without masks <br>do them little service <br>heartless <br>cold blooded smiles</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/64915712020-12-04T11:54:34+00:002022-04-13T14:04:37+01:00different kind of love<p>now we have <br>a different kind of love <br>a love that's taking <br>the long road home <br>you tell your stories <br>stitched together <br>in a broken memory of truth <br>we listen like we've never <br>heard the story before <br>do our best to bring you back <br>into the moment <br>know it won't be long <br>until you try to relate <br>the next same old song <br>your memories are fragile <br>tentative <br>fused together <br>without meaning <br>old songs confuse <br>and disorder reality <br>even we don't know <br>what to believe anymore <br>what will we be <br>when you're no longer here <br>as we watch you fade <br>into a shadow of you <br>what will we be <br>daughters <br>friends <br>carers <br>sisters</p>2:14Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/64915692020-12-04T11:16:35+00:002022-04-13T14:07:20+01:00You Couldn't Make This Up<p>Found you dressed this morning, <br>sitting on the edge <br>of your home hospital bed <br>in your polka dot swimsuit. <br>You thought you were on holiday, <br>but couldn't understand why <br>the pictures on your wall <br>were the very same as the ones <br>on your own bedroom wall. <br>You couldn't make this up, <br>I thought to myself; <br>you are funny, you make me laugh. <br>A heart that's in the right place <br>stays in the right place no matter <br>how muddled the mind. <br>You smile, laugh at yourself, <br>chatty, happy even. <br>It's going to be a good day, I think <br>as we change your polka dot swimsuit <br>for something slightly more suitable. </p>
<p>Written from experiences shared with me by my sister who cares for my mum.</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/64909942020-12-03T19:22:47+00:002020-12-03T19:22:47+00:00Screw Top Lid<p>chatting about your ashes <br>you laugh <br>engaged interested <br>surprised <br>a diamond ring <br>necklace <br>bracelet <br>earings <br>turning a diamond <br>into a diamond <br>ideas flow <br>from the blooming obvious <br>burying you under a rose bush <br>to downright dangerous <br>scattered <br>out of the window <br>whilst motoring up the M1 <br>you'd really like that</p>
<p>did you know <br>there are cheeses <br>surrounded in ash <br>you shake your head <br>in disbelief <br>it's ok mum <br>we won't eat you <br>is it strange this talk <br>four sisters different ideas <br>the not so unusual <br>keep you in a jar <br>with a screw top lid <br>sit you in the middle <br>of the coffee table <br>chat to you <br>as if you're there <br>in a way <br>i suppose you will be</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/64722592020-11-07T17:53:44+00:002022-02-27T17:02:25+00:00white box van<p>sitting on the living room floor <br>in the same position we'd have sat <br>if the sofa had been there <br>we took up our usual places <br>you up one end <br>me the other <br>the room is totally empty <br>except for us <br>and two mugs of tea <br>your last remnants <br>removed by two men <br>with cockney accents <br>tattoos <br>face masks <br>and a white box van <br>we spent months <br>clearing your possessions <br>every box <br>every drawer <br>every cupboard <br>we've cried together <br>we've cried alone <br>we've thought of you <br>and smiled <br>these last fragments gone <br>carried out the back door <br>by strangers <br>separate us further from you <br>and now there's no comfort <br>this isn't home anymore <br>emptiness drains me <br>further <br>further still <br>we didn't take the kitchen clock <br>the one that ticked so loudly <br>when pain shut out words <br>couldn't bring ourselves to move it <br>to touch it even <br>so there it will stay <br>alone <br>ticking</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/64554472020-10-14T17:21:15+01:002020-10-14T18:49:05+01:00The Wrong Setting<p>this afternoon <br>you cut my hair <br>i sit on a kitchen chair <br>in the living room <br>watching tv <br>you work and ask <br>are these the right clippers <br>i watch the screen <br>yes i’m sure <br>why <br>there’s a lot coming off </p>
<p>you’ve been my hairdresser <br>for most of this year <br>it was strange at first <br>tentative <br>careful <br>necessary <br>but we're used to it now <br>complacent even <br>i can almost see your scalp <br>you say <br>mildly concerned </p>
<p>it's the wrong setting <br>i’m not keen <br>you seem alarmed <br>it’s ok keep going <br>can’t stop now <br>it’ll be fine <br>i like it short <br>you know i do <br>unruffled <br>we agree <br>it won’t need doing again <br>any time soon</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/64533882020-10-11T12:55:20+01:002020-12-15T09:27:23+00:00Hidden<p>i like my mask <br>i feel safe <br>emotions <br>not so easily read <br>some <br>without masks <br>smile at me <br>i smile back</p>Marina Florancetag:marinaflorance.com,2005:Post/64524202020-10-09T16:00:43+01:002023-12-10T17:02:19+00:00laundry<p>six weeks since you left <br>and closed your front door <br>for the last time <br>leaving home comforts <br>and me behind <br>been hard to see you lately <br>haven’t even waved at you <br>through a pane of glass <br>the pain scars me </p>
<p>carers helped with facetime <br>panned your room so i've seen it <br>but i haven’t 'seen' it <br>facetime whose face <br>you had no idea who i was <br>you couldn’t hear me. <br>you couldn’t seem to see me <br>i called you mum but mum <br>who did you think i was </p>
<p>twice a week <br>i collect and return your laundry <br>washed ironed <br>folded with love <br>my lasting connection with you <br>what are you wearing today <br>what did you wear yesterday <br>what will you wear tomorrow <br>i don't help you choose anymore </p>
<p>maybe next week they say <br>hope is taking its toll <br>are you happy <br>do you think about me <br>i’m not happy <br>i’m not happy at all <br>tears don’t change a thing <br>but they come <br>nonetheless</p>Marina Florance