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.