The streets you walked

I walk the streets that you walked

Alone as a little girl

No one home

You were left to your own devices

Could I ever know what went on in your heart

Over all of those years

After you lost your father?

Yes, and I would lose mine too

Not that he was lost

But that he faded away

Every day a little more

Into oblivion

That must have torn at you

So maybe it is why you pushed me away

And why you got so angry at times

With me for ever mentioning the word

Grief

Mum I want you to know I feel you

And I am sorry

If I ever seemed ungrateful

How could I know the vast expanse of it

When I could not see much further

Than my own loss?

Anyway I am sure the spirits understand

And here in the soft kiss of the wind

Is the most gentle of pardons

As I look deep into Jasper’s eyes

I know how blessed I am

To still have the gift of life

And I want to thank you

For all the times you held my hand

Forgetting all the times you pushed me away

Believing it was for my own good