Again Alan Jenkins featured in the Forward Poetry Prize collection (or technically before, as this is from the 2001 collection and the other one was 2006 but I am reading my way backwards through them)
His reflections on his Mother ageing are powerful – looking with an honest gaze
from House-Clearing
… the legs that, as a girl, she was famous for
have started to give her hell, and she must leave her house
which we both call home, as in “Are you coming home
for Christmas?”, and I can’t believe her house
holds so must of her...
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