Wednesday, 9 September 2015

I Remember My Stepmother

Your Smile

Like a sheet shook out for drying
your smile lifts the world by its corners,
shrugs off the edge of cold
the way an April day washed in rain
can refresh everything,
melt what's been sorrowful,
clothe the earth in the hope
of amethyst and gold: of a new flowering.

Rest in Peace, 8th September 2015

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