Finding My Mother’s Amateur Jockey Licence #WeekendWritingPrompt

She put it to the back of a wardrobe,

in a bag of mismatched things,

none of any use these days

but none the sort you throw away.

The sort you keep until they’re found

by curious small hands cooped up

by the rain on window panes.

Discovering you before them.


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