Monday, 12 February 2018

Mrs Crandon

A small, lace widow, with sparrow-stocking legs,
arming me, a child, down the right path
from Band of Hope. “bandorfvorp”.
Her torch knitting the snowflakes,
into a threadbare blanket on the path
to the main steps of the chapel
and onto the village hushed. 
If there is a God, then
She was walking with me there. 

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