by 2725dlEnnis, Clare, Clare, Ireland
Jun 2013 537 Views 2 comments
City Station.
Sitting in a city station.
Awaiting death.
Death of a loved one,
One,
So very close to me.
Departure,
viewed in many forms.
Crowds ticket the office staff window.
A return ticket in (my) pocket.
In her hand,
A one way ticket to the grave.
17/06/13.
Awaiting death.
Death of a loved one,
One,
So very close to me.
Departure,
viewed in many forms.
Crowds ticket the office staff window.
A return ticket in (my) pocket.
In her hand,
A one way ticket to the grave.
17/06/13.
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Posted: Jun 2013
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Comments (2)
My Mam is dying and I was feeling lost at the station.
Thanks again, Liza x