rosalyn, you came here to give time

to yourself, after looking out

for everybody else

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I still recall your face, wise

with the grace of water and

a sharp kind of edge, like the fire

of mothers love, for daughter

 

you sat there raw and alive 

as more people arrived

told me what you did you did

for you to survive 

 

rosalyn, you handed me a prayer 

I had come across before 

knelt low to the floor, a life ago

in London

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it asks you to forgive 

the past as it slips from a future you thought 

might take another door, might

have you wanting more - if you’re wholly honest 

 

and with a hand to you skin you spoke the words again

 

rosalyn, you came here to remember 

you were dancing in the trees 

the morning I left ya

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it’s not the first time I have seen 

a woman found in dreaming

after a lifetime of hiding - rationalising 

the mysterious cycles of our bleeding

 

no lady, you’ve never been crazy 

you’re language is the very kind

I’ve been speaking

 

rosalyn, you came here to give time

to yourself, after looking out

for everybody else