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Poetry
For Arthur
It's time to go, love
Here's your coat
Blue velvet trims its sleeves
A white wool scarf
Let's tuck it tight
Against the April breeze
I'll lift you up
Since you can't walk
Your slight weight is no load
We'll climb the hill
And talk awhile
While following the road
I'll whisper
Just how much you're loved
And hold you to my heart
And at the top
We'll lay awhile
Before I make a start
I'll fashion you
A cradle soft
Of red earth, grass and leaves
I'll lay you down
And tuck you in
Before I start to grieve
I'll make sure you
Have all you need
Before I start to weep
I'll ask the seasons
To stand guard
And watch you while you sleep
For you were loved
And you are missed
And now my grief can flow
So here's your coat
My blond-haired boy
For now it's time to go
Kate
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