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At my mother's bed

I received help from my ancestors at my mother's death bed.

At my mother ’s bed an apparition of a swirling, unending, conduit of time containing the moment each daughter of my ancesters, kissed their dying mothers, in succession enveloped me and feeling embraced by these ancient sisters I received the courage to...

The Gift

A daughter prepares her self when visiting her dying mother to try and show her love.

The Gift Melanie, a further education teacher crossed the road, from the college bracing herself against the rain and wind. She needed to return her sister's call in privacy. Shivering, she stepped into the phone box and dialled her Teresa's number. “You’...