Mum moved into a care home yesterday. She doesn’t care and it isn’t home.
The family visitors will be greeted as strangers. Long term friends, who have their own long term
issues, will send her cards that she will find hard to open and impossible to read.
But tonight, after her supper has been served on blue plastic plates, she will flop her head on the
new pillow and be at rest.
The rest of her life.
Originally published: Crossing The Tees
