A Call Home

Hi mum

Yeah, I'm learning loads out here

No, I'm probably not eating enough vegetables

Yeah, maybe I am drinking too much

Mum, I can't stop it all

They keep hitting me

The waves

Water in my lungs

Mum, if I asked

Would you still rub sun cream into my back?

Would you stop me from burning under the mildest of suns

My red hair that intensifies the rays

Would you run your fingers through it once more?

Mum, another wave just hit

There's saltwater stinging my eyes

They're not tears mum, I promise

Your girl won't cry

Mum, can we go on a walk?

You always loved them

Always told me you loved them

Now

Mum, I can push your wheelchair

Mum, can I come home, just for a night?

I promise I'll be quiet

I can listen this time

Mum, I'll listen to you this time

Mum, can I stay a little longer?

Just a week or two

My feet can't reach the bottom

Mum, it's not coming back is it?

She's not coming back?

I'm not coming back

I can't see the shore anymore

I never will again


Location: Berkshire, UK

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