The Dress:

Sylph Hemery
Nov 3 · 1 min read

A Poem in Eight Haiku, Telling My Grandmother’s story

Photo by Henry & Co. / Unsplash

Poverty sucked Lee’s

closet dry. Just one lone dress

hung there, faithfully.

In that dress, she pulled

her dignity forward and

stepped out of her hole.

She had a child with

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