A Walk Along The Canal

I wrote the following as I made my way to work on foot a short time after my mother passed away:

It’s a bright, frosty morning as I turn onto the canal footpath and I call to her to join me. “Isn’t it beautiful?”, I start as we walk along. “Look at all the ducks and geese”. “I’d like to eat them” she says mischievously. We carry on for a while in silence and then I ask, “Is that you dear, or is it my imagination? It sounded like you, but how can I be sure? I know you’re there but I wish you really were here, in the flesh, in person, yet I know you are happier where you are, at peace and limitless in form and potential. It’s been nice talking dear. Now I have to get to work”.