I look at this photo and realise
I can't remember your face.
Your face is like that of a stranger,
your voice a distant memory.
The last time I saw you was Christmas,
the last time spoke - last week.
You're one third of my world, so
why can't I remember you?
Three years ago I stood with you
as this photo was taken, but now
it feels like a lifetime ago.
I can't remember you ...
I love you, Mum, and I wish
I could remember your face,
your voice, your love, your strength
... I just wish I could remember you.