Remembering love

Precisely how have I been brainwashed as so many others?
I assume as so many others have been brainwashed.
Well I am conform to this society,
Its order and clockwork timing;
The bus is never late- well almost never.
If it is, a revolution will break out!
As I wait at the bus stop I notice an awld man, yes he is old.
He has a walking stick and is fidgeting nervously with his package.
It is big white plastic-bag.
I can see through the plastic there is a micro-wave oven.
He has obviously just purchased it.
Oh dear God I think and remember my Mum.
They turned the gas off so she didn’t start a fire or burn herself on the flames.
We bought a micro-wave and a electric kettle for her tea.
She usually forgot to drink it while it still was hot or at least warm. The tea just turned cold…
The microwave is for the Meals on Wheels- to heat it up.
Such order and control. The council demanded it otherwise she
couldn’t get anything to eat.
I suppose we were lucky that they interfered.
But I would have loved to drink tea with her every afternoon,
while she stroked my long hair and repeated my name.
I wonder when I am going to have to buy a microwave
and whether my tea goes cold?
I’d rather manage on my own.
I bet I am going to be a grumpy old lady.
Mum wasn’t but she was a strong woman in her day.
This old man looks strong-
Strong enough to carry his microwave and take the bus home.
I think I know what matters more than food-
remembering love.