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Scones

I promised you scones
and so I baked them
brought them with jam and cream,
warm and fragrant – 
Knowing that you would not remember 
I had promised.
 
 
I promised you scones
and so I placed one in your hand
spread with jam and cream
warm and fragrant – 
Knowing that you would not remember 
What you’d eaten.
 
 
I promised you scones
and so I gently wiped your mouth
smeared with jam and cream,
and held your hand
Knowing that you would not remember
Who I was.
 
I promised you scones.



Wendy Bowers
​1.9.18

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