An Act of Living

lips like cherry blossom

with a beachcomber smile

her weather-worn hands

scratched and scraped

through seaweed and shingle

for a few cobbles of coal

when her back could bend no more

the Solway Firth sang her home

a morning’s graft exchanged

for an hour in the warmth

 

  

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