Yesterday I felt a bit rattled

by all that has happened

and perhaps it’s the drugs

or the lack of sleep,

but I suddenly didn’t seem to be

doing as well as I thought I was.

You said, ‘Mammy, I love you,

I take care of you and the boo boo.’

You kissed me and hugged me

and then we made up a song together

about pirates as I pretended

I could play the ukulele.

After we’d defeated the bad guys

by chopping their heads off

and throwing them into jail,

you kissed me again and laughed.

‘See Mammy, you’re all better now,’

and I felt infinitely healed.