Mother

They say the best days of your life are yet to come
but I’m not sure if that’s true
cause looking back
although I didn’t always see it then
my best days were always with you
I wish I could still make you laugh on the days when you are blue
I wish you were still here to tell me what the feck I’m supposed to do
although it may seem it
life hasn’t been easy since you’ve left
but bad days are made better
with the memories we’ve kept
of your piercing blue eyes
that heart of pure gold
your unhealthy obsession with Larry Murphy
your irrational fear of being cold
the way you made the world feel safer by just being there
the way you smothered us with love
& never forgot a goodnight text
you wouldn’t feckin DARE!
the daffodils in your garden have once again bloomed
and as the months go on it’s easier to enter your room
which is no longer filled with the comforting smell of your perfume
or your Mammy-ish clothes
instead, there’s the medicine boxes & some bits from your garden —
your last red rose
if it exists, I know someone like you was made for Heaven
how lucky they were to have got you that morning you left us on March seventh
Kathleen
my queen
what a dream
you were
to me
you are everything and more
I hope to someday be.