Mothering Sunday:
I call to say I love you,
You moan in return.

Have I been chastised?
Once, I would have dreaded that,
Now I’d ask for more.

Now you have no words:
Someone left your tap running,
Drained them all away.

May my few combine
With your heartfelt emotion
And fulfil us both.

Mum can no longer talk making this a bittersweet Mothering Sunday.
(15.03.26)

© Ben Quant 2026
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