I Am But Dust

An Ash Wednesday poem


Photo by Adrien Olichon on Unsplash

I am but dust
my daughter tells me
replacing my full epidermis in days
you’ve never touched me if
you haven’t hugged me this month

I am but dust
with a daughter born cooing
covered in scales that filled
my fingernails
when I searched for her scalp



Courtney Christine Woods

Storyteller, social worker, solo parent. Fan of triads and alliteration. Believer that we’re all out here doing our best. Find me on FB @courtneycwrites