cold front
on the last bank holiday
his second duvet
© Rachel Green August 2024
That cushion cover
was a curtain once, sewn by hand
on my mother's treadle sewing machine.
I lover that unit, though I didn't sew,
I loved the tiny drawers, the secret compartment
the black iron base.
The sister took it when she died,
converted it to a table
like she'd seen in a magazine;
eradicating both the value
and the patina of our mother's hands.
© Rachel Green August 2024
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