Dear mummy
It's been 365 days since your demise,
a cold day with raindrops spilling from the skies.
I am sure the heavens wept for your demise.
Now a year has passed and the world has moved on without you
the grandchildren that you love so much have started to forget you...
but, can you blame them
or the world for moving on with you on the ground?
Even your closest neighbors can't recall; that the current occupant of the house you left behind was not their neighbor, to begin with,
rather your demise gave room to the stranger they now call; neighbor.
Neighbor... hmmm!
how can I forget that for a time I was your neighbor,
living under the roof that you toiled to build; eating from your kitchen, and wasting your food.
If only I could see you now, to tell you that you are the one woman I admire.
My mother!
mummy, I miss you.
I get teary-eyed every time that I think of you,
and I don't pretend to...