It was Wednesday morning service
in the church next to the school
and Helen sat next to you

in the old wooden pew
her eyes peering
behind her thick lens glasses

at you and she whispered
your mum’s meeting my mum
in the street market after school

and then we’re going to my house
for a cup of tea
and I can show you

my doll’s house
that my dad made
out of an orange box

and it’s got lights
and everything
you leaned your head

towards her and said
in a low voice
oh right yes that’ll be good

hoping none of your mates
could hear
especially Cogan

who only the other week
threatened to ****** your nose
but he didn’t show after school

and she smiled
and you looked at the altar
where the vicar

was lighting candles
and Mrs Murphy
was walking down the aisle  

like an aging storm trooper
in her hand knitted cardigan
and brown pleated skirt

Helen whispered
and you can see
the tiny furniture

I’ve got too  
that my mum bought
from a second hand shop

off the market
you looked at her
sitting there

in her grey jumper
and white blouse
and grey skirt

and her plaited hair
parted in the middle
and her bright eyes

magnified by the glass lens
and you said
I look forward to it

and she rubbed your hand
with hers
and then looked ahead

at the lighted candles
and sniffed in the incense
in the air and her hand

moved to pick up
a hymn book
and you sensed where

her hand had been
like some angel’s touch
as if to bless

well that’s what
it seemed like to you
more or less.