She was there a minute ago, but when I looked back she had vanished.
Some say it’s her age, others that she didn’t do enough crosswords.
But she’s young and unstoppable at 12 down.
Perhaps I should plaster a poster to the local lamppost;
Missing: My Mother. 75. Wicked sense of humour. Dementia.
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