The nursing home had labeled it.
A thin strip of sticky white paper
folded over the band, pressed together,
with your name in neat, tiny letters
as if it was a reminder in itself
that the person who once owned it
could no longer claim it as their own
and had to be told ‘this is yours’
‘this is something precious to you’
‘this is part of who you were’.
Tonight’s prompt was to write a poem based on a token such as those left by mothers for their children at the Foundling Hospital in London. Make sure to click the badge above and check out the other wonderful poems written by the fantastic poets taking part in tonight’s fun.