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. Another Winter in Zaraisk…
3. Now I will always know that you died
4. Snow in Zaraisk
5. Meditations on Marcus Aurelius

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