Blindly (Poetry Month #10)

she arranges the palms for Palm Sunday contemplating their crinkle when the donkey walked on them with the weight of a saviour on it’s back, not like when she was on the wonky donkey at Cleethorpes who wobbled to and fro and made her drop her icecream in the sand, so she wept and her dad said “Well that were a waste,” but her mam hugged her, and told her not to take any notice of Mr Grumpy, and the sun was always warmer when she was young

via Daily Prompt: Blindly

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