some mornings while drifting

i see the writing in my head

come patterned, neat lines balancing

dancing with the rain

at the window

on waking



yesterday we remembered blancmange

and jelly,  ideal milk and water

pineapple that split cream



food that touched



yesterday we remembered our granmas

our mothers



bundles of cotton with  colours

required for mending always



yesterday she explained to sew

the four holes in synchronicity

tight

on linen



yesterday the words came easily with labels

and names





today on brightening

forget