The Girl - by Jennifer (Pickup)

Well, the little scrap about the cherries attracted to me to your work - I just read 'The Girl'

No - it didn't have a cherry

But it was a very good poem - you looking back at her (your mother?) in the hospital bed - you could see the girl that was still in her

I remember a similar feeling when my mother was in the hospital - dying - I remember walking up while the nurse was attending to her personal needs - I didn't announce my presence - I just walked away until the nurse was through - but I saw the look on my mother's face - pouty - like a little girl, who didn't like what life was dishing out.

Thanks for a good read - I liked the poem.

Carly :-)