I hold inside my palm an old bronze key
Covered in dust.
I am sitting inside my grandmother’s house
The week after she died.
I am missing her.
I do not know what this key opens,
I have never seen it before….
Tag: strawberries
This Micro-fiction Monday we get to celebrate with a treasure trove of mixed media. I missed last Wednesday’s watercolor post because the project was a…
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