‘Nothing is wasted. Ever. With these bits I will make things.’ Photo: by Tracey Parish on Unsplash
Amen fingers
Poem by Dana Smith
by Dana Smith
2nd December 2022
Today I bless the fingers
of the woman who uses yellow thread
to mend a hole in my red sweater.
She reads the need of a minute daisy
for my light-deprived brain
in the dead of December.
