‘She don’t want to go outside tonight.’
Mummy told you to go play outside on Christmas day.
I have my presents
You have each new day.
“Stupid bald girl,” Mummy told you one day.
That made me sad.
I have to play with my car by myself, vrooooooom vrooooom
‘It’s too cold for her outside tonight.'
You came in with blue fingers. You had a bruised knee.
Mummy says “Go sleep with the wolves.”
“I’ll read you a story,” Mummy says to me.
‘It’ll hurt for her to fly tonight.’
Beautiful snowflakes fell down to the ground.
You cried.
I heard you howl like a wolf from the garden.
Mummy heard you howl like an ugly animal.
‘My Angel has frostbite.’
Mummy tells me that you were a naughty girl.
I know that you were just cold.
Mummy cried but her eyes were dry.
Everybody came up and said she was a poor old soul.
‘Too cold for Angel to fly tonight.’
I look out my window and look at the stars.
I wish I could play with you.
I know where you are.
You're there, in the sky and you shine out of spite for Mummy.
When it's cloudy, I know you're angry. I speak to you sometimes.
But you don't like when I talk about Mummy.
You get angry and it gets cloudy.
I know it.
‘My Misty Angel.’
When you flew away I had to stay. I cried with Mummy but I still cried without her. She was only Mummy when you cried. But you died of silly old cancer because you were a Cancer Star.
