(for Cindy)

You had already left the room
before, they turned off
those machines.

Beeping, beeping.

I had never realized
how smooth your skin
how beautiful your hair

and, around your ankle
a bracelet of tattooed cats
still dancing.

Beeping, beeping.

I thought you might
open your eyes, and laugh
at our dull faces.

I looked for you
in the corners of the room
but there was only silence

as the machines stopped

and in our hearts
we remember

© Maureen Sudlow


rain threatens this morning
so no camera on this walk
soggy underfoot, and
raindrops glisten
on every leaf

tide’s out on the river
three seagulls float,
lazily, on their reflections
red catkins on the willow
glowing green of new leaves

bluebells and nasturtiums
fight for supremacy
in a wild garden
the startling red of Rhododendrons
as the sun peeps out

Bert saluting
friends, and enemies
as he goes
fresh every morning
the delight of creation


Promised this to Leonard Durso


my old phone had a memory
with numbers saved
to ring my family

sometimes I would push the buttons
for my mother
even though I knew
that she was no longer there

just knowing her number
was still on my phone

then the phone got too old
as my mother had
and now I have a new phone
with no memories

(from my new poetry book – coming out shortly)