In Memory of Clare McPhee Clare and I first met several years ago. Through many shared interests, we soon became close friends. She encouraged me to have a go at writing poetry by becoming a member of her poetry and stanza groups. Clare had the gift of seeing the link in things, not the gaps. I wrote the following poem on 3rd April, the last time I saw her. Clare died on 7th April.
Sometimes you talk In unfinished sentences, Nodding to my questions, Showing interest But as if from afar No longer with concern Devoid of urgency Sometimes there is a Flow of words, Unconnected, Before dwindling Into quiet mumbling, No sign of recognition When I leave Sometimes you gaze at me For a long time Without turning Your eyes away Looking at something I cannot see 4
