the dipping sun
over the cemetery
© Rachel Green 2019
When Mum died
we took long walks
on the canal towpath
as the sun went down
and the bats flitted above the water.
Beatles songs
sung with a croaky voice
the alternative to crying;
feeding polo mints to the horses in the field
relishing the musky scent
reminiscent of home
© Rachel Green 2019
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