Anna’s Room

I stood in your room

Amid the seething clutter,

Flotsam of your unfolding life.

Shelf upon shelf of books: Little Miss Bossy;

Molecular Biology, pillars of your wisdom.

Framed snapshots of you: a smiling infant,

Held fast in giant arms; a laughing child, arms entwined

In other girlish limbs.

I thought I heard your voice ring out,

And reached out to wrap you in my arms.

I touched my face to your pillow

Where glass-eyed lambs and lions,

Still kept their vigil.

Read to me Mummy, stay here with me.

Read to me Mummy, stay here with me.

Keeping their vigil,

Glass-eyed lambs and lions,

I touched my face to your pillow

And reached out to wrap you in my arms.

I thought I heard your voice ring out,

A laughing child, arms entwined

In other girlish limbs.

A smiling infant, held fast in giant arms,

Framed snapshots of you.

Pillars of your wisdom,

Molecular Biology, Little Miss Bossy,

Shelf upon shelf of books,

The flotsam of your unfolding life.

Amid the seething clutter

I stood in your room.

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