“What would you think,” Mum asked one day,
“If you and I just went away?”
“Not with the boys or Dad,” she said.
Just you and me. What do you say?

I was only a child, knew not of despair
Nor loss of self, or disabling fear.
What should I think? What should I feel?
In the end I said nothing. I couldn’t go there.

Yet I’ve never forgotten that unspoken plea.
The tears in her eyes; her urge to be free.
And the thing I remember most back then?
How pleased I felt that she still wanted me.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2015