I had to return
I had to return to that place
She came for me, held my hand like a child
Grabbed my suitcases, my own spirit guide
It was so surreal,
barefooted we scrambled out of there
My chest tightened, grappling with fear
She took a nosedive
I watched as her body disappeared
I woke up confused…
Mummy was gone, once again … no longer here..
Holetown St. James, Barbados
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