Mum rallied as I drove 275 miles south
to a Saxon town where Canute* died.
She held back the tide
so I could play a final lullaby.
The twinkle in her eye was eloquent
shining from the depths of dementia;
a labyrinth of confusion harmonised by
fingers touching strings.
Mum looked up from the bed
as Segovia’s favourite encore** faded.
Our eyes met: Don’t fret;
her final message.
A carer offering sustenance
broke the spell.
Life must go on, so Mum let go.
Then the tide came in.
*King Canute (aka Cnut) died in Shaftesbury, Dorset, on 12 November 1035, aged about 40.
**El Noi de la Mare (A Catalan Lullaby): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dsgif07IPMw