It was sheer pleasure so often
To enter this room, the one on the right
You enter through the plush doors
Turn right and enter a sunny and welcoming place.
I see you still sitting as you do
Day in, day out,
Awaiting time to call your number
To say to you ‘Its time Kate
This is your last day,
The sun will shine tomorrow
But you will enter the realms of memory.’
So often we lounged on the cane chairs
The ones you had pulled up to the window
To make the most of the light
The sun, the birds singing
The flowers that grew with enthusiasm
Under your guiding hand.
I miss you in this space
Your calm, your generosity
Your kindness to a small boy
Learning from your experience.
Your room is now gone,
I looked the other day
The windows are modernised
The wooden shutters permanently shut,
The lounges long moved on.
A boy sleeps in there now
He has no knowledge of the joy
That once permeated the walls
The delight I took in taking in your stories
All gone now, soaked into the well of my memory.