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Melissa Sprawson: a poem


I cannot Soak up a lake With a small bath sponge I cannot Unlock a safe With a tiny toothpick I cannot connect With a Fisher Price telephone I cannot repair An aortic aneurysm With a play dough patch I cannot wring out my grief like a leather flannel

Melissa has worked in education in Staffordshire for twenty years. Most recently she has been writing poetry on the themes of resilience and grief, and enjoys using poetry as a therapeutic tool. She has recently been published in the Winter Poetree pamphlet by red bucket projects.


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