in between tornado warnings we played jacks
and laughed at the names of clouds nimbus wimbus
all mimsy were we, caroling the Carroll two Alices
in the blue meadows of early days wafting our bubble wands
near the clover our Grandfather hadn't yet mowed
why did we grow so fast away from our shadows
and can they be sewed back on when our mother Wendy is gone
dear grandmother too.
I will remember you at the piano, Chopin and the world at your
amber command relentless the beautiful music you played then
an autumn wind most sere has taken it all away.
but the angels have harvested it I hear my mother say with tears
into such a golden hereater.
mary angela douglas 4 may 2021
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