when a pink marries gold

She liked it immensely
when the blackbird sang
When the sponge cake rose
pleasant
To honour the jam

When a pink married gold
In the evenings of day
She would say...
God's here now child please,
Scurry away
She would blow a kiss skyward
and also to me
She would rise her cross gently
from bossoms of deep
And this is the memory that
grants me a peace
For God came on time and
today,
She still sleeps

with you, it was different, god
honoured no time, there was
no peaceful kiss, there was no
soft goodbye, there was no
simple comfort or loved voice to
say...god's with me now mam,
please...
scurry away

M ~