Mother
My mother lies sedated in hospice care and I can't make out what she's saying. Later she sleeps soundly and I don't disturb her. The room is quiet with subdued lighting and rain spatters on the window. What is she thinking about? Past times in Liverpool perhaps... the war when she met my father, a physiotherapist with the Royal Air Force. She served in the ATS, helped monitor the German bombers coming to rain bombs on the docks of Merseyside. The drone of the raiders' Heinkels.
Sound of ack ack fire
the promise of a date snatched
when he's next on leave
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