Caring

Caring

Caring

To Isabel Cecily Dowling

I have cut up credit cards
Taking care no number, name or signature
Could be read
I have run panting after new technologies
Fearing the world would spin off without me
In between
I flew in haste
To wheel my mother’s chair
Through Lower Hutt
Singing hymns
To save her from death
By slow starvation
She woke slowly
She rose, she walked
Leaving me free to cut up credit cards etc