This evening sees the end of this nine-day blog. Writing the poem has been a good way of looking back with love and affection and looking ahead with hope and humour. If you’ve enjoyed following these nine days, please share the link or send me a comment.
My Mother’s Book of Hours: Novena
But keep the beech-wood box itself for memory—
For our two grandmothers’ sakes, even for poetry’s sake—
And maybe take
One small bright thimble
For faith & hope & love (all three).
It fits your finger—see?
© Lizzie Ballagher