me mum
She had a vision
she could see
she mentioned the pink singers
“never heard of ’em”
I had
She gave me books
Virago lessie stories
I read The well of loneliness
hers were livelier
Photos for the funeral
“is that your dad?”
reveal cigar smoking
dapper chap
was that how she saw herself?
Now I chuck away
her draft novel
her radio play,
the “I hate you letter”
the novel ruined
by demented vision
the radio play rejected
I have kept the illustrated “last of the jellytums”
we all liked that
one day maybe
I will look at the diaries
and really see her
Harriet MacDonald
61
The world
FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found 
Comments on: "day four" (5)
raw beautiful writing and captures great landmarks in lesbian history, thanks Harriet for sharing, x
Wonderful
Heartwrenching and honest. Love it.
so many stories in this clever, lovely, evocative piece.
I felt deep sadness reading this. A poignant piece, moving.