Sallie Howson Poems

Shot down in its prime.
Shot down
While making daisy chains in the park
For little girls to be daisy queens.
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Breakfast was torture
Without you.
The kettle refused to boil,
The toaster burnt the bread
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This is no
Sweet “carried off by angels”
At the age of 90
Kind of death.
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Knock, knock
On the window.
Two fat raindrops
Calling me out.
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I love
Lindt hot chocolate on a winter’s day,
Fresh fruit salad in the month of May,
Summer strolls with the smell of hay,
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Give me a man
Who wants the moon
But demands nothing.
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I woke this morning to find
An old man in my bed.
Short grey halo
Surrounding his bald head,
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They pity her
All alone
In the corner
Of the restaurant
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I don’t mind that
You took my books
And CDs
Or even my new set of kitchen knives
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Year 1
Launching our boat
On the lake of life.
Two eager shipmates
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