Red Riding Night


Daughter and son at her side,
next to her bed painted wipe clean white.
Yellow is her skin and yellow are their eyes
sleepless nights of endless goodbyes.
Blackcurrant Vimto and Barley Water Lemon,
the drip held high, moistures blue drop crumb.
Room 4 on 3 and from ground floor door
only a 2 minute walk through polish cleaned floors-
to mum, to grandma, a friend and family on a ward war worn by the ill and poor.
St Catherine’s and Wakefield, together they sit
in a tight hold of putty in grandmothers fist.
There she walks the same beat twice,
to traffic and tail following back there in

Red Riding night.