‘Be careful what you pack’ my daughter warned her voice the colour of bruised damsons a battered suitcase yawned on the bed gulping items hastily placed there dreams not yet spent wrapped in a sock sweet stories of life’s lessons ladled into a jar promises of a future embroidered on a handkerchief the clutter and tangle of relationships hidden in pockets emotional ties (and spaces for surprises) woven into a silk scarf footprints of my babies and my babies’ babies sewn into my bra we walked away from earth watered with my husband’s sweat from laughter tangled in trees outside our door from joy an

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