DAY #3: Hand Wash with Care
(Today’s selection of poetry is in the style of Ae Freislighe and I know neither of us can pronounce that name, but all you need to know is it’s an Irish form and it’s got some rhyming here and some syllable counting there.)
Take time to clean memory It dusts up all too often. Steep in a warm remedy See milky longing soften.
Dribbled dreams come honestly Digging through childhood boxes You fret with loss consciously Sorrow sits in your pockets.
Soak in mothers melody Hold your baby shoes again Recall all your jealousy With God. Say a hushed amen.