Saturday, March 10


Before you’d given death a name
Like bear or crocodile, death came.
To take your mother out one night.
But when she’d said her last good night
You cried, “I don’t want you to go,’
So in her arms she took you too.

Richard Murphy 1927 - 2018.

Mother’s Day tomorrow… First time I came across this verse, the week previously a young woman with babe in arms had thrown herself from a local promontory. It has stayed with me since.

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