Poem by Mary Hobson

Waterloo Station

How can it be
That I am buying flowers for you?
It’s not a thing that mothers do.
You should have chosen them for me.

1. The Counsellors
2. Snow in Zaraisk
3. Laundry Blues
4. Now I will always know that you died
5. The pain’s the same size as the love

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