Of Home, by Misky Braendeholm

Of Home
by Misky Braendeholm

Mum embroidered us
into a picturesque past.
Companions.
Bookends.
Sisters.
She took to the ramparts,
and set us girls
on summer steps to read.
A coming of words over
dulled weeks,
like sucking thumbs
for loss of time,
counting clouds
until it rained.
We were little
bunting children
sitting on steps.
And we knew invincibility,
until we left home.

Misky Braendeholm’s work is regularly published in monthly issues of Waterways Poetry in the Mainstream, and Ten Penny Players.

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