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. The pain’s the same size as the love
3. Now I will always know that you died
4. For Neil. 11 February, 2011
5. Snow in Zaraisk

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