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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Mrs Clarke's Wake</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mrs Clarke pushed <br>her battered bassinet <br>between market stalls </div><div style="margin:10px 0">not listening <br>to the stallholder's <br>shouts and calls </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Helen walked behind her mother <br>as told holding your hand <br>So I know where you are </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mrs Clarke had said <br>you sensed <br>Helen's small hand </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in yours <br>her seven year old skin <br>touching your </div><div style="margin:10px 0">seven year old flesh <br>her thin fingers <br>encircling yours </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We'll see if they've got <br>a school skirt <br>for you here </div><div style="margin:10px 0">her mother said <br>turning back her head <br>Helen nodded </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you noticed <br>Helen's enlarged eyes <br>behind her thick lens </div><div style="margin:10px 0">spectacles <br>searching her mother's <br>large behind waddling on </div><div style="margin:10px 0">stopping now and then <br>beside stalls <br>picking up clothes </div><div style="margin:10px 0">searching for a skirt or dress <br>grey and the right size <br>Helen whispered to you </div><div style="margin:10px 0">putting her head <br>close to yours <br>Rice pudding for tea </div><div style="margin:10px 0">when we get home <br>with red jam <br>and sugar too </div><div style="margin:10px 0">if you want <br>and she smiled <br>and you said shyly </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That's good <br>because I'm starving <br>she looked at your hand </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in hers and said <br>Then we can play <br>mums and dads </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and my dolls <br>can be our family <br>her mother stopped </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and picked up a skirt <br>and held it up <br>to the light </div><div style="margin:10px 0">then held it against <br>her daughter's waist <br>judging for size </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you watched <br>her mother's hands <br>red with washing </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and cleaning <br>thinking and gauging <br>the size and cost </div><div style="margin:10px 0">as you studying <br>Helen's hand in yours <br>like a soul lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q>
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her battered bassinet 
between market stalls 

not listening 
to the stallholder's 
shouts and calls 

Helen walked behind her mother 
as told holding your hand 
So I know where you are 

Mrs Clarke had said 
you sensed 
Helen's..."></div>
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