Thimble

October 2, 2016

 

I found my grandmother’s thimble and in it a small piece of tissue with the mold of her finger placed carefully inside. 

It is nineteen years since I heard her voice and I do not know how this is.

I found my grandmother’s thimble and in finding it a million happy memories returned.
Cool hands made of marble, jam sandwiches and tea.
Of a life well lived.
Of love tinged with sadness.

I found my grandmother’s thimble and in the background the white noise told me of more bombs, 
more deaths, 
more children lost.

I found my grandmother’s thimble
placed my finger inside 
held her hand
and cried.

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