She loved literature, especially historical fiction.
I gave her Ken Follett’s “Winter of the World”,
she was delighted, and I was amused that
she could even hold the 960 page hardback
in her ever shrinking, wrinkling hands.
She was eager to read Mantel’s “Wolf Hall”,
only to be dismayed at the pronoun use, and
she never thought much of novels that used
third person present tense.
She gave up after Part 1,
insisting I give my opinion,
sending me off with homework.
I found the novel to be exceptional,
and Maureen respectfully accepted
there must be something in it,
but third person present tense
just wasn’t for her.
Today, I’ve learned that
she has passed away.
I’ll miss my friend, who
looked on me as a daughter,
but now she won’t be referred to,
or have to ever be bothered
with third person present tense again.
Writing and recording is a little bit raw, having only heard the news just over an hour ago.