Every second day my mother goes to her tailor
And he sends her back with a false promise;
I don't know why she doesn't give up on him.
But the day I get out of my wheelchair and walk
I plan to go and see this guy
Who makes my mother walk so much.
First published in Broken Head Press, 1 Oct 2017.
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Blogging is the new poetry. I find it wonderful and amazing in many ways.
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