Monday, 19 August 2013

We Exchanged your Son for a Haircut

for Cathy, July 2003

So, this is where my mother said goodbye.
Quite difficult to contemplate, and yet
I do. A different woman, who is also
my mother, (though she wasn’t at the time),
stole me away. Her husband, full of kindness
and sympathy (there is no irony
intended), took my no-longer-mother
to have her hair done. The past is a foreign
country; they do things differently there. Was
he referring to the hairstyles, do you think?

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