Driving through rain
The night before that morning
Juggernaut tears blur the black road
Three hundred miles over wailing hills
Driving near death
A round trip to remember
To wake to the news
The worst possible news
From a kindly old man
The bedroom door opens
“It’s your Mum
She’s passed away”
The bedroom door closes
She died in her sleep
She died in your sleep
Do you regret your flight?
Could you not sit with your fright?
Because now you return
To a family decimated
Spokes with no hub
Everything’s changed, forevermore
Darkest years now to follow
Steven Shorrock (2018)
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