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Jan 2020
we were told to call her auntie

though no relation of mine



at four we trooped reluctantly

into her roon where she kept

her budgie



told to sit cross legged on the floor

to eat one small piece of cake with

tea



and never seconds



talk about feeling miserable



go on then or shall i tell you

all of it?
Sonja Benskin Mesher
50
   Weeping willow
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