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family poem

it was many and many a year ago
my son is dead and i am going blind
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
still thirteen years
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
shades of night were falling fast
when the wind works against us in the dark
from floor to ceiling
let me move slowly through the street

 



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