Glass half

Mum brought her kazoo to Zoom.

She dragged her bed into the garden

to hear the blackbirds in the morning:

cooked a trout on a fire,

fished from the bottom of the freezer.

Kept her distance.

Tripped over a riddle

and told us it was nothing

even though her wrist was broken.

Wrote a letter to my uncle

so his dying wasn’t sterile,

made a rainbow out of gingham.

She stopped buying butter.

Writing by SARAH HEHIR

Artwork by MIKE CLAY