The amazing thing did not happen.
She ran out of time,
she had so much on, her concert coming up!
Gold glimmered on your cheek, like a star’s light.  It faded.
She was sorry!  Your world, for one second, stopped.

The amazing did not happen. But death happened
to other people, spring to everyone.
You must find the cats a good home,
then get your cold better.
Stars hang like fruit.  You are amazed by love.

Alison Brackenbury

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