to whom it may or it may not concern
as to what is missing from the fairy tale
I took nothing
leaving everything as it was
in its rightful cupboard
perhaps the sun a little golder
nearer to the colour of honey
or the wind like quicksilver dusted;
I kept to myself
all the marvels
even the tribulations
breaking out into little pink rosebuds.
that they might not perish
and the children be so bereft.
the apples still sweet on the tree
the bird in hiding in the lime tree
long may its singing be
the shade of the scent of violets
as long as it has been, before me
and even longer then
when I am gone;
heartfeltedly, I will you all.
mary angela douglas 18 july 2023
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