Something for the weekend. Poem via Holly Student at UWS Hamilton.
Hi Tommy! I am a nursing student at UWS in Hamilton and recently met you when you came to talk to us about your mum. After hearing about your story I was very moved and went straight home to tell my dad. My dad is a poetry writer and he read this to me this morning after hearing about your story. I thought you might be interested to read it:
ON THE FIRST DAY THAT SHE FAILED TO RECOGNISE HIM IT WAS AS THOUGH AN ARROW PIERCED HIS HEART. LATER, HE WOULD WEEP WITH A PAIN THAT HURT SO DEEP FOR A SON AND MOTHER NOW WERE SPLIT APART.
ALWAYS HE’D MAKE TIME TO GO TO SEE HER KNOWING THE OUTCOME WOULD ALWAYS BE THE SAME. THEY WOULD TALK AWHILE THEN SHE WOULD GIVE A VAGUE SMILE AND ASK THE QUESTION HE WOULD DREAD “WHAT IS YOUR NAME?”
AND EACH TIME THAT SHE ASKED THE QUESTION IT WOULD CUT RIGHT THROUGH HIM LIKE A KNIFE FOR SHE NO LONGER KNEW WHO SHE WAS TALKING TO, THE SON SHE’D CARRIED AND TO WHOM HAD GIVEN LIFE.
PEOPLE SAID TO HIM “WHY DON’T YOU END THESE VISITS FOR EACH TIME YOU GO, YOU ARE TORN APART?” BUT HE JUST SMILED AND SAID MY VISITS MUST GO AHEAD FOR IT WAS SHE WHO TAUGHT ME TO FOLLOW MY HEART.
THEN CAME THE DAY THAT HE ALWAYS KNEW WOULD COME AND HE KNELT BESIDE HER BED WITH HIS GOODBYES. STRANGELY, HE FELT SERENE REMEMBERING HOW SHE HAD ONCE BEEN BUT LEFT THE CARE HOME WITH TEARS IN HIS EYES.
ONCE THE FUNERAL HAD DULY PASSED, ONE MORE DUTY HE HAD TO DO NEXT DAY. OFFERS TO HELP, HE SPURNED AND TO THE CARE HOME HE RETURNED TO TAKE ALL HER BELONGINGS AWAY.
THEN AS HE WAS DEPARTING FROM HER ROOM, BENEATH HER PILLOW, A SCRAP OF PAPER CAUGHT HIS VIEW. HE LEANED OVER THE BED AND PICKED IT UP AND READ, ” YOUR NAME IS GEORGE AND I ALWAYS WILL LOVE YOU.”