The day my tyre exploded is the day I turned up to visit Mum
My magical Mum called me by telepathy
Caught her at her best hour, wide awake and lucid, before meds slow her down
She who has not travelled independently for years knew immediately which bike shop I must use
She looked distinguished in spectacles
Gave me a suede jacket to keep me from the cold
(“Better than rotting in my wardrobe”)
Mum came back from beyond!
After spending time with Ursula, the driver changed, I got a bus.
We talked about disconnecting from family to live one’s own life. Letting go to be free
At Open Ealing I feel Ursula coming on – a German accent rises out of me
and I am instantly very happy and excitable
When I was small my Mother tried to teach me German
Ursula let go of all the damage and the broken, what an example!
When a woman is like a bear – Ursula!