NaPoWriMo 11/30

I know you now as 90 (draft)

I know you first as the woman who looked just like Grandma,

second as the lucky-nosed coin. I used to collect fifty pences

trace their hexagonal brink – never quite brave enough

to hold my breath and make a wish, though.

 

I’m turning 25 this year. I know you now as 90.

 

I know you, at 25, knew the overcast weight

of a world still healing at the knuckles.

They are always the last to heal. Accidental knocks,

holding just a little too tight, digging just a little too deep.

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