Tuesday, April 13, 2021

March 13, 2020


March 13, 2020

I clenched my shawl
     at my breast
         my fingers
             grasping the fringe
                   frayed threads
                                 on the edge 

              taking deep breaths
        winnowing what remained
from all that was ripped away

1 comment:

  1. This is hauntingly sad and yet I am comforted to know that the old fabric spoke to your heart. I hope you continue to find comfort amidst your loss.