By | 1 February 2022

Precious little things
Collated treasures
Curated bundles of dusty leaves
Wood and clay
Stones and shells
Dried flowers and feathers
Nestled between plants and baskets

These aren’t trinkets
Or knickknacks
Or junk
They’re domestic altars
Tiny shelf temples
Priceless pieces of memory
From where her heart goes when she’s tired

Ready to fill a few blue biscuit tins
Labelled and left behind when she is no more
Solitary inheritances
Lonely little legacies

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