I wrote to my mother every week
Away at school on my own
Sunday morning
Write a letter home
It was my lifeline
How I kept in touch
With those I loved
Loved so very much
In later years
The telephone
Voices in my ear
Keeping close to loved ones
Those that we hold dear
In the end a phone call
Made in dead of night
Told me that mum had gone
Couldn’t believe it quite
Now a face upon a screen
From her care home bed
Calls my soul to journey on
On where she has led
My mother lived a prayerful life
From childhood days till death
That is my example now
Until my parting breath
Brian Fahy
17 March 2022
Erris Poetry 