journeying

Today I went to see my mum.
I journeyed to the bird box in the cold rain on a dank January sunday afternoon. When I got there it was still raining. There was noone about. I changed into boots put up an umbrella and began walking. As I walked I talked to my mum.
'mum' i said' I haven't been here in a while and I am sorry. I meant to come before now, on your birthday. But then I couldn't bring myself to. I meant to come at christmas, but I coudn't bring myself to, so I am here now.
The seasons changed since I was here last but the place still looks the same. Your tree stands tall and proud and your bird box looks happy where it is. I hope new families of birds have brought new life.
I know you are not here , and have long gone from this place.But you remain in my heart and everyone else's who was lucky enough to know you. Gone but never forgotten .
As the rain fell, so did my tears.