on my doorstep
a brown cardboard box
tied with string …
a poem that started as a description of a gift, and became a reflection on the giver
©clairegriffin2017
invisible necessity
reflecting on life and memory, purpose and dreams
on my doorstep
a brown cardboard box
tied with string …
a poem that started as a description of a gift, and became a reflection on the giver
©clairegriffin2017
invisible necessity 