night my Mother died

 night my Mother died

Her phone rang at midnight.

i picked it up.

one moment she’s there and the

next, she’s not.

  house must be sold and the cat

re-homed and the credit

cards cancelled and the electric

account closed.

Published by debramoolenaar

I'm an existential astrology coach (and a novelist too)

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