They're Briinging You Flowers Beyond The Lines Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

'they're bringing you flowers beyond the Lines

and hoping you haventdisappeared

and hoping you still have warm socks on


and won't fall victim to your fears.

your mother is darning the hole in the sun

your father tills the moon


your sister is playing run sheep run

her tennis shoes soaked with dew.


somewhere the world with cherry pie

where plum and peach are still put by

misses you most when you sip broth and want to cry


though every tear is rationed.

some night a space in the clouds will appear

and God will thread you a ladder of light


and youll climb out of the dungeons drear

and find fresh comfort in old delights.


mary angela douglas 30 march 2020