#SandysAuthenticVoiceStanding in the Spring Sun as the cold wind makes her shiver. A Mother waits in the doorway for her family to visit.
A frail, small silhouette, she has lived through a hundred illnesses.
It is March, it is a week, two weeks, until the virus breaks, washing disease over us, clutching the vulnerable in its path.
In April when nature wakes, against a clear blue sky.
Forced to retreat into loneliness to keep her safe.
I love you mum