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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, grief, heartbreak, longing, loss, Mother, Mum, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet
And as she lay dying
I sat by the church,
the choir were singing
for peace on this earth.
They called to their God
in heaven above,
they prayed for redemption
forgiveness and love.
The grave yard was ancient
full of sinners and saints,
lichens and moss
made the epitaphs feint.
God promised you heaven
where the angels dwell,
and I am alone now
you’ve left me in hell.
© Nine Years 28.06.2014
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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