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I keep a wooden peg
among the plastic ones.
Reminds me of our gran
pegging her eighty years
along the washing line -
your cleanliness is there
for all to see
she'd say -
her fall, a semaphore
of clothes tangled around
her arthritic arms waving
for help, for love, for me;
and me, not seeing, lost
in digging up a nest
of ants; exposing eggs
to hatch in holiday sun,
my hands proud with mud.

 

 

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I keep a wooden peg
among the plastic ones.
Reminds me of our gran
pegging her eighty years
along the washing line -
your cleanliness is there
for all to see
she'd say -
her fall, a semaphore
of clothes tangled around
her arthritic arms waving
for help, for love, for me;
later I dug a nest
for ants, to hide their prayer
of little white eggs,
my hands proud with mud.

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Hi Badge, I teared up with this one, it is beautiful.  You can touch your reader with the simplest of images.  Really nice.


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