Hello everyone. Sorry I couldn`t be there today. Here`s my homework contribution. Would welcome comments. Hope you have an enjoyable day
The first time I went on the ferry across the Mersey, I took my mother with me in my handbag.
We weren`t close, but at this present moment in time, we couldn`t be closer - me sitting on the wind and rain lashed deck - water dripping down my neck and cheeks - her resting quietly and protected on my lap. We didn`t often go out together so this was an unusual occurrence to start with.
We didn`t speak, and I didn`t know, and never knew, if our silences were companionable or just intervals of time that were necessary in order for the inexplicable and ever present resentments to flourish and grow.
Resentment - sadness - grief - deep loss - deep love - mix them all up and what do you get? This, I suppose.
If she could speak to me now - what would she say? If I could speak to her now - would she hear me and what would I say?
So I sit here, hearing nothing except the sound of the mechanical choking of the ferry`s motor and the squawking protests of the low flying seagulls, deeply breathing in this paradoxical peacefulness.
Although I`m not completely comfortable with what I`m about to do, I know for sure it`s what she wants. She said it so many times and it`s written in black and white.
She ends where she began but who notices her final tribute to the city she loved except me and the Liver Birds who stare indifferently out?
