Are you my Mother?


Oh and where are you from?

I’m from Tauranga

I lived in Tauranga for a longggg time

Really, what did you do there?

Oh you know, this and that and who is your Mum and Dad?

Well, Martha, it’s a long story, I’ll tell you another time

This day has been building for a while, it started small forgetting how to spell my name, forgetting my name and occasionally forgetting who I am, but eventually coming round and knowing. But today as we sat and I made her a cup of tea and bought her breakfast she was interested to know who I was.

This time, unlike the others I didn’t shed any tears, I held myself and smiled at her as if it was completely normal. We just shared information. I told her my name and what I do. I told her we met a very long time ago, almost thirty years ago. This amazed Martha.

Then as she got up and went to the bathroom and I was alone for a moment I felt the weight of my life shroud me and I said a quiet goodbye to my Mother. A few moments later she came back and sat down and we started again. I held her hand and kissed it, asked her what she wanted to do today. We smiled at each and she asked if I was cold as she handed me her wheatbag.


Love x

1 Comments on “Are you my Mother?”

  1. Kia Ora Kyrin,

    So sad Kyrin but the funny thing is that there is so much of Martha left, her mannerisms, smile, humour etc. We are going up to Auckland on Wednesday the 6th until Sunday the 10th to look after Alice while Sarah is in hospital. I’m not sure if we will be able to visit (Alice) but would be pleased to see you if you felt like a visit. You are doing a great job with Martha.

    Best regards


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