And my mother? Copyright © Rob Lock 2012

Still dead
but thank you
for asking.
And differently dead
seven years since:
not now sudden
leaving,
but the long having been here.
Not a cut phone call
a voice filtering in
  unexpectedly
sometimes.
Part of the landscape.
Clippings, kitchen waste:
nurturing.

Ash to rose,
and a single pearl
now worn again.