Verna Fisher

No new memories.

I cannot make any more.

Calm now, but not really here in the full sense,

Anymore.

I see my old loved ones, gone many years before.

Pulsing through it goes,

I am more settled,

Or perhaps I am hungry,

I forget that I don’t want to be here anymore.

This life ended a long time ago,

But in this moment –

I only know this moment –

Pulsing through it goes.

I am,

seemingly nothing more.

But I am here, until the end.

And although I try to speak and cannot,

I send to you,

All my love.

This is a poem I wrote about my mum in care on her birthday in 2022, two weeks before she died. 

Copyright Verna Fisher January 2025. All rights reserved; this intellectual property belongs solely to Verna Fisher.