Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Saturday, July 22, 2017
Thobe
Left in the closet,
hanging between my grandmother's tale and my rush to greet other faces
is my Thobe, a dress hand-stitched, with loss and love.
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