Can she really be gone?
My head says yes
but my heart disagrees.
She’s there, sitting in her familiar chair
Viewing old Nairn photographs I ask,
what is she doing at this time?
She’s only ‘up the road’
Perhaps she’s busy,
knitting a jumper for school
or putting the finishing touches
to her wonderful pastry?
Life and times are an illusion…
webs within webs.
a quantum multiverse
she’s in there somewhere.
I just need to turn off the road
at the next junction…