Memories (Palindrome) by Susan Jane Sims

Palindrome

I have just made an egg sandwich with soft white bread,
sliced the egg with the orange plastic egg slicer
I found in Mum’s drawer. And I’m back there,
the seventh of the seventh seventy seven.
That’s a palindrome, the doctor said
when he called that morning to check on Mum
post cancer treatment. Later when the nausea settled
I had made her a sandwich much like this one,
the egg slightly warm. Noticed that her Christmas cacti
was blooming out of season.



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www.poetryspace.co.uk