The Dream
Mum’s kitchen.
I make
soap.
Open
the window
away
it blows.
Undergrowth
cradles glass.
Unbroken.
Sigh.
I mend.
I worry.
Another thing
he cannot
fix.
The Meaning
soap
Creation. I’m trying to make something gentle and caring.
family home
My origin and foundation.
broken window
The structure of familiarity is being ripped from my hands and I’m powerless.
a temporary fix
I’m relieved; it’s not as bad as I’d feared. The repair will hold for now, it will buy some time, but things are changing; they’re not the same anymore.
worry
I’m trying to protect Dad; I don’t want him to be burdened, but there’s the realisation that this person isn’t who they used to be.
What Lingers….
What if we can’t make things be as they once were but accept how things are now?
Marginalia
My Dad has broken his shoulder. The house is falling apart. I’m unable to fix these things. The situation calls for a different side of me as I swap places to nurture those who once nurtured me.
