#NaPoWriMo Day 7
I had to write a poem with a list included...
Mum's Spare Room
Bed linen with a scent of breeze,
bright colours of your handmade quilts,
beloved scraps from long gone days,
soft wool in bags and birthday cards.
Embroidered birds,
pot pourri hats,
cookery books with markers in.
Fading photos, eulogies,
essences of friendship's end.
That dreaded computer still plugged in and rows and rows of slanting files.
Sewing kits, grandchildren's art,
a folded bed for when they arrive.
I hear your tread upon the stair
Listening for birdsong 🐦💗
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