Late
So predictable
Always late for school and work
Missed his funeral
Do what your heart says
Don't put off what needs doing
Later than you think
Late winter sunshine
Streams brightly through my window
Blinding old sorrows
Mend
Open-cut mining
Scarring the land for profit
Sores that never mend
Week by mindful week
In Voice Movement Therapy
Scars began to mend
Sliding on benches
Schoolboy trousers gained a hole
Mother love mended
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