Angela Wybrow Poems

You were only aged forty-two,
When, with angel wings, up to Heaven you flew;
You were gentle in spirit, with a heart of pure gold,
And, in all of our lives, you've left a huge hole.
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It's a late spring morning,
A little after five,
But, already the town
Is coming alive.
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In my box, I would put:

The softness of my late Aunt's cheeks, as we greeted each other;
The welcome coolness of Baby Plum tomatoes, straight from the fridge, in summer.
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Sitting in silence,
On a busy London-bound train,
The sun streaming in
Through the window,
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It's early morning -
The Sun is out.
The streets are still quiet,
With barely a soul about
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When I first saw you,
you were as quiet as a mouse;
You appeared to be trapped
inside your own little house.
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Dame Olivia Newton-John:
Into our lives, your bright light shone.
You were unique; a beautiful pearl,
Who was adored by millions across the world.
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Let the good times roll
With some Northern Soul.

Vintage; cool;
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It's been a few months,
since you've been gone,
And, the time will soon come
for us to move on.
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As we stood,
waiting for our taxi,
A dandelion seed danced delicately between us;
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