She couldn't talk any more, <br />that was the worst of it. <br />She couldn't talk <br />any more... <br /> <br />And she'd always loved to talk - <br />('Talk the leg off a chair' <br />Mum used to say) <br />she and her friends, <br />nattering over innumerable cups of tea <br />and scones (home baked) <br />round the kitchen table. <br /> <br />And later <br />in the nursing home, <br />she'd still talk <br />about the goings on of <br />this one and that one - <br />she couldn't remember their names <br />but it didn't matter - <br />Nobody minded. <br /> <br />But today <br />she looked at us <br />with such wide-stretched eyes, <br />trying so hard - <br /> <br />That was the worst of it...<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tony-s-mum/
