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Terry Collett
Poems
Jul 2012
IN MRS CLARKE'S WAKE.
Mrs Clarke pushed
her battered bassinet
between market stalls
not listening
to the stallholder’s
shouts and calls
Helen walked behind her mother
as told holding your hand
So I know where you are
Mrs Clarke had said
you sensed
Helen’s small hand
in yours
her seven year old skin
touching your
seven year old flesh
her thin fingers
encircling yours
We’ll see if they’ve got
a school skirt
for you here
her mother said
turning back her head
Helen nodded
and you noticed
Helen’s enlarged eyes
behind her thick lens
spectacles
searching her mother’s
large behind waddling on
stopping now and then
beside stalls
picking up clothes
searching for a skirt or dress
grey and the right size
Helen whispered to you
putting her head
close to yours
Rice pudding for tea
when we get home
with red jam
and sugar too
if you want
and she smiled
and you said shyly
That’s good
because I’m starving
she looked at your hand
in hers and said
Then we can play
mums and dads
and my dolls
can be our family
her mother stopped
and picked up a skirt
and held it up
to the light
then held it against
her daughter’s waist
judging for size
and you watched
her mother’s hands
red with washing
and cleaning
thinking and gauging
the size and cost
as you studying
Helen’s hand in yours
like a soul lost.
Written by
Terry Collett
Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)
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