He remembered you, Dora,
your black and white image gift-framed
between St Matthew’s and The Bridge,
once slippers were of no use
and chocolate stuck in his throat.
in remembrance of a smile.
And there was comfort in that
when we had become nameless,
monuments in a newer landscape,
Sherri Turner was born in the West Midlands, brought up in Cornwall and now lives in Surrey with her husband. She has won prizes for both poetry and short fiction in competitions including the Bridport Prize, the Bristol Prize, the New Writer and Grace Dieu. Her stories have also appeared in a number of anthologies. She tweets at @STurner4077
.Sherri says: ‘My mum and dad were both born in Walsall and lived there until they moved the family to Cornwall. I still have relatives there and a trace of the accent, especially when cross or tired. The poem relates to my dad’s time in a nursing home with Alzheimer’s, when, as the poem says, he could recognise a picture of Sister Dora (whose statue I’m sure you know is in Walsall town centre) even when he could not quite recognise his daughters.’