My curtains don’t match from
one to the next,
I cut them from sheets.
they are blue
like a Caribbean sky
mixed with navy blue,
king sized so I could
make four of them to cover two windows
I made them from the
homeless shelter
handouts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jon: what a lovely poem...seeing the blessings despite life's often unfair circumstances.