Old Enough

On 7th March every year,

Mum’s anniversary,

we took time to remember her.

We went to the graveyard,

lay roses

and told her the good bits from

our lives –

when we could think of them.

Kelly-Anne left us to it.

Not that we did very much.

And one year

when we got home

Dad rummaged around in his room then came

down

with the silver chalice pendant

on a chain.

This was hers, he said.

You’re old enough to wear it

and take care of it, I suppose.

He held it a moment before handing it over.

Thanks, I said.

He shrugged.

Yeah. Well.

I’m not into all that religious bollocks

anyway.