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September 6, 2020

I submitted a poem for this anthology on April Fool’s day last year. It was accepted on 6th June. On 27th July this year I remembered it and bought a copy of the anthology. It arrived on 2nd September. It is a nicely-produced pocket-size booklet with a coffee stain on every page.

My poem, shorn of its stanza-breaks, is above. I wrote it when my dearly-loved aunt was enduring her last weeks in a care-home and I was visiting daily. She died at the end of May 2016, not long after her 97th birthday.

Isabelle Kenyon’s much more cheerful poem is below.

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  1. Beau Beausoleil permalink
    September 6, 2020 6:56 pm

    Dear Ama,

                 A tender poem of pain and love.

    love, Beau

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