Losing Laura

There is a girl I never knew,
In the woman sat before me,
Within her familiar frame,
Her soul searches for some sense.

In the distance dances a memory,
But it’s lost in whirling confusion,
Her hand held out to follow,
That which others cannot accept.

Then there’s the bittersweet moments,
Of tragic clarity,
When loving eyes and heart align,
Before glazing over again.

“I recognise you!”
“I’ve loved you since you were born!”
“You can call me Auntie Laura if you like?”
“Isn’t it funny we share the same surname?”

“Goodbye Nanna.”

Leave your thought.