I had a dream last night that
Mum and I agreed on everything.
She’s a thin slip of a woman
sitting at her sewing machine,
hands pushing patches of fabric
under needle and thread, mostly
old clothes from charity shops,
and she sews them into quilts
to stay away the cold, and she
looks up at me with her tooth-
some smile and she says,
“You can’t choose your family.”
AI Digital Art created using Midjourney ©Misky 2022. Random words from Jane’s Oracle Shared with #amwriting on Twitter.
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