! ! St Andrews Market
It was six o'clock when I dropped them off -
hair freshly laundered.
'Home Made Sponge Cakes for Sale! '
Merry and Rosy -
best of friends
in their best dresses
and their bare feet
dreaming of customers.
And six hours later
when I came to pick them up,
the six cakes
on the old card table.
We threw the sign in the bin
and drove home in silence.
And the following year
when Rosy died in the fire,
I remembered that day.
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