An Ode to the Handkerchief

How long have you been sitting in this box? Mice nesting amoung your ancient softness. Dust floating in and around you? Upstairs hall. White to match the linen colors walls. The hands that stitched your hems in were busy and efficient. Thoughts floating above as you waited to be finished. Ronan’s room To then be… Continue reading An Ode to the Handkerchief