We'd sit around her - my dad would ask the nurses when she was coming home - my mum would put down the book - she'd look at each of us in turn, visitors to this strange place -
Now she's back home, often my mum feels she's not really home -
She looks out of window, watching the sky -
Sometimes I see some seagulls she says -
11.45
June 21 2014
Havant
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