For Mary by Eve Chancellor

For Mary

I must have been looking for God

again, when I saw you, standing there,

in your white socks and bobble hat,

clicking at the horses. Bless you.

It's your laugh I remember

most vividly. Always too loud,

always at the wrong damn thing.

The way it filled the room,

like your perfume. Of course,

I never met you. But sometimes,

when I'm rubbing cream onto old scars,

there you are, little one.

A posy of hay clenched in your tiny fist,

staring straight into the eyes of an angel.

Eve Chancellor is an English Teacher in Manchester. Her poetry is published online and in multiple anthologies, including: Atrium, Acropolis Journal, Dust and Rough Diamond. Her short stories are featured on East of the Web.