Thank you Beatrice

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She’d got used to being stuck.
but suddenly
Beatrice calls

and lures her forward
with saris and pots

mama of dada,
lover of love
vessels and vases

So tired when she started
and now such joy
Susan’s joy!

Time stretches but nothing looms…
shapes and songs and words appear

brooms sweep
making a place
My space.

muses, craft and beauty beckon…lustre and grace

BW in red sari