you will go out in all weathers;
music be with you, Angela, and God
who honors prayer.
and I still hear you everywhere,
wherever I go;
your low voice quoting Tennyson
or to your self be true;
be good, let others be clever.
and now the weather is rough
and I miss you so much
and I have been true to music in my time;
at least, to poetry, and found the lessons hard
and harder to learn once I left the yard
where the roses blew
and turned the corner
trying not to look back
though you were still in view.
mary angela douglas 3 june 2016