Understanding that you can rarely change things
It is best just to forget and simply go on in doubt
Hope rides its own journey on the back of a bike
Children  send photos and come round to watch.

This is the itinerary of the invalided life and care
It stretches to the isles of the church and the roses
To the solicitude of waiting for door bell rappings
To ‘End Game’and all its imagination of the reality.

Love Mary xxxx