Saying Goodbye to my Mother again, at Stirling Station

I needed to know exactly where I was going.
And then I remembered why.
Always, going to new places,
I gave you the grid-reference.
You tracked me from base
with your Daily Mail map.

There is no longer any need.
I learn instead the only way
to say goodbye;
remembering
the way it was -
precious as water.

June 1999

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