A hanging -basket
Glimpsed
Orange flowers..
Mum..
She liked
Flowers, AND
Hanging-baskets
Adorned
Her porch
Quaintly….
A headache;
An occasional
Nerve pain
Toothache..
ANXIETY
Controlled
(Trying to)……….
………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
Cosiness
And safety
Resumed
In my
Geography
In the
(Half)
Illuminated cafe
{to be RE-illuminated}
Decayetude's Blog 
I like the picture you’ve created of the flowers at the cafe and the flowers your mum hung in baskets on her porch. Your mum is a comforting presence, and there you are safe in the cafe that is a second home. Thanks, Steve, for this comforting poem. Love, Merry
thanks, as ever, Merry. yes, it IS a second home; i do not think i could cope as well if i didnt go there most mornings; and mum’s spirit is always guarding me:)You should have seen her garden; it was crazy in a riotously beautiful way; even a birdhouse, where she fed the birds; my dad still keeps it lovingly. Take care. speak soon. Steve