My mother’s hand
on Sheila Ash (India), 19/Mar/2016 07:23, 34 days ago
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I lost my mother’s hand the day I was bornbut another reached out for mine and held me dear.I lost her hand in Woolworthsamongst the monstrous mahogany countersof broken biscuits and loose buttons.When I lost my footing on the garden wallher lost hand warmed the bump I still have on the head.I lost my mother’s hand as a teenager in spite….In spite of which it was always there.There until the final last loss with deathand its rediscovery in a box of old photographs.© Sheila Ash 19 March 2016ashramblings
