Year: 
2015
It was cold
At the crem
Where my mother lay
Cold and dead
 
I thought of the times
When I could have gone
I should have gone
 
Over to the cold
Dark house
By the moor
 
To spend an hour
At most
Before she tired
 
And dropped away
For good
 
I didn’t ask the questions
I should have gone
To ask
 
I was cold
In the crem
Where my mother lay
Cold, now dead
 
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