Out Of Solidarity
my
mother’s turning off the news
from
correspondents in Ukraine.
She’s
aware ‘it’s war again’ –
born
in nineteen twenty-six,
was
evacuated through the Blitz …
My
mother reads, donates, mum prays,
but
now she’s turning off the news.
‘It’s
too sad,’ is what mum says.
Of
course, she’s seen it all before,
seen
how each large and small war
‘contains
upsetting scenes from the start.’
Mum’s
lived through excruciating times.
‘How
can you,’ as my mother says,
‘make
war without committing crimes?’
No,
not to spite air’s long-range heart
my
mother’s turning off the news
but
because, as a mum should know,
however
great the grief you show
true
news has no more pity than fake …
She
knows the difference truth can make.
After
all, mum’s ninety-five,
still
has her wits, is still alive,
my
mother turning off the news.