Missing Mum

A passenger.
A splash of organised colour
far off
behind closed eerie fences.

A feeling.
A splash of purple flowers
sitting still,
lonely, isolated, and alone.

A memory.
A window sill so far away,
where a flower
sits on Mum’s window sill.

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