Killed By James Hardie (Amaca) Asbestos This Morning

My Mum

Mum

I see your picture

as though it were a mirror 

but there's no part of you 

outside the frame 

except the change that you gave to me: 

this will never come again. 

You are gone 

and I am with you: 

this will never come again.

 — Peter Hammill 'Again'

Look at the sky, but it's empty now; 

look at the sea, it holds nothing but despair. 

I raise my eyes, but my head stays bowed... 

I look to my side, but you're not there. 

And I can't get you out of my mind, 

no, no, no, no, I just can't get you from my mind.

 — Peter Hammill 'The Shingle Song'


I can't get used to living here,
While my heart is broke, my tears I cried for you.
But all I got is a photograph
And I realise you're not coming back anymore.
 — Richard Starkey 'Photograph'