It was a Sunday... July 2008

It was a Sunday
Mourning in September
When my Mother screamed
and stamped
and pulled at her hair.
She had been told.
Her Mother had gone.

It was a Saturday
Mourning in July
When I nodded
and withdrew
saying 'alright then'.
I had been told.
My Mother had gone.

My Mother's Mother had seven.
My Mother had seven.
I have none.
To whom it will be told.
When I have gone?

B. Webb C 2009

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