surface of snow
surface of sea—
the wind

In blue and white I'm sitting on the church hall platform leaning towards a makeshift wooden manger. I have no words to say but everybody tells me “It’s an honour.”

A decade flies. Inside the church, my mother, veiled, takes on her role to walk the Stations of the Cross, Lady of Sorrows.

Two decades more. In blue and white my daughter stands centre stage to sing a cradled doll a lullaby.

the crib set
incomplete—
 first snowdrops