She bought cloth
not because her cupboard was bare,
not because she had nothing else to do,
not because she was addicted . . .
but because she needed to feel hope
and believe in the goodness of tomorrow.
Mostly she bought cloth because she was scared
and didn’t know what else to do
but keep her hands busy.
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