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missing mum
On this opal morning
I miss my mum.
If she was in the kitchen
making coffee,
everything would be alright.
We’d have plain chocolate digestives.
Dip the smiling edges till
the chocolate melted
warm as love.
In an Ealing garden apples trees
would be clad in pink and white
clothes hang on a sagging line
propped by a cloven branch.
A...
Friday 13th January 2012 6:39 pm
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