You bought your daughter a sun sarong
she hated. “She doesn’t get me!”
We all need a bonus mum
and bonus daughters, too.
Twenty years, threadbare
dress / towel / skirt / cloth,
soft as my
Thanks to napowrimo.net for the prompt to write an elegy. This is only one tiny corner of an elegy.
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