Lost in the Middle Mum in hospital How did it come to this pass At last? Once there was Childhood Now Its all grown up stuff Is this play? Her face on the pillow With an arrow drawn On the right hand side In blue felt pen The gown with a missing tie The support socks British racing green The dog alone in his basket The time Like when we were babies The house is the spot The house is the place Not to leave Not to go from And mum lost in the middle of Two lives Lost in the middle Between her mother And her daughter. And she So long lost, so distant, in exile from Her mother’s world from the workplace From my world Work for joy, pleasure, necessity And she Lost in the middle Between two worlds. In a small boat for one Floating on a pink and gold cloud In her coracle. My spirit leaps At the thought Of her safety. Of her insulation from the waves And rude wind Chapping he...