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Meanwhile, my mother Waiting for what? I don't know... The recall of a favourite memory Or perhaps for a painful one to go? She doesn't let that much show Meanwhile, above her head All my monologues flows "What's that you're saying, dear?" Wading through time like it's treacle Her eyes looking into mine although She won't even notice me go In the meantime I pack her things up And get them ready to store; In between times I take a good look around For we'll not be visiting here much more Meanwhile, my mother Distance encamped in her eyes Not quite oblivious but Close to a state of inertia In which she won't even realise How everything's passing her by Meanwhile, my mother Lost in a world of her own Turns to look out of the window Down to the verdant earth below Some journeys we make alone Somehow we'll leave all we've known Meanwhile, my mother Waiting for what? Time to go