Diary 2014

POEM: Diary 2014

A poem by Liz Trew

My new diary will be pocket-sized
with little boxes where I jot down
appointments for teeth, bones
and hair. I’ll note the times of walks
visits and meetings to come, enter birthdays
and anniversaries but not the deaths,
or dance and yoga, which I have in my head:
small tracks across my year.
I will look for a bright yellow diary
to keep left of my landline;
unlike my red soft-covered one
in another room, where I hear
what my voice says about joy, sorrow,
courage, growth.



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