They're Bringing You Flowers Beyond The Lines (Final Draft)

'they're bringing you flowers beyond the Lines
and hoping you havent  disappeared
and hoping you still have warm socks on

and won't fall victim to your fears.
your mother is darning the hole in the sun
your father tills the moon

your sister is playing run sheep run
her tennis shoes soaked with dew.

somewhere the world with cherry pie
where plum and peach are still put by
misses you most when you sip broth and want to cry

though every tear is rationed.
some night a space in the clouds will appear
and God will thread you a ladder of light

and youll climb out of the dungeons drear
and find fresh comfort in old delights.

mary angela douglas 30 march 2020