You can read the first part of this nine-day poem on a post made yesterday. I hope you will enjoy this entire series.
My Mother’s Book of Hours: Novena
From the first drawer we pluck out a little basket, full
Of buttons, beads & even dried-out melon seeds.
I treasure still those bracelets that you made for me,
While Mum, it seems, kept samples of the tatty trinkets
Allison & I created out of seeds
Then painted with our poster paints
In lurid pinks & purples.
(c) Lizzie Ballagher