if hoarders build cities
towers of trinkets
at the age of six
i made up meadows
hills made of sweaters
grass made of wool
with flowers of checkers
At the age of twelve
it seeped through vents
it pulled me in closer
when mum had left
grief popped up like clover
so i'd open my closet
and sit with her sweaters
imagine those meadows
grass made of wool
with flowers of checkers
now at twenty six
finally i get it
grief is my fabric
before I was 'me'
i was a stormy sea
or mums knit sweater
passed down to me
from nineteen ninety three
mums knit sweater
cradling her baby
dampened wool from tears
as the war waged on
she lost track of years
smiling against fury
covering little ears.
Sep 13, 2023
Sep 13, 2023 at 1:12 AM UTC
if hoarders build cities
towers of trinkets
at the age of six
i made up meadows
hills made of sweaters
grass made of wool
with flowers of checkers
At the age of twelve
it seeped through vents
it pulled me in closer
when mum had left
grief popped up like clover
so i'd open my closet
and sit with her sweaters
imagine those meadows
grass made of wool
with flowers of checkers
now at twenty six
finally i get it
grief is my fabric
before I was 'me'
i was a stormy sea
or mums knit sweater
passed down to me
from nineteen ninety three
mums knit sweater
cradling her baby
dampened wool from tears
as the war waged on
she lost track of years
smiling against fury
covering little ears.
- They say one generation carries the pain so the next can heal. But sometimes I feel like I'm still wearing her grief.