‘Baby in a jar’ by Tania Hershman

Baby in a jar There was just one left, And the shelf seemed so bare and lonely. I took her home. Instructions showed me how to put on nappies; the jar was large and my hands are small. She didn’t cry. She never cries. And like a butterfly flapping its wings somewhere across the world She affects everything Just by being here.   (first published … Continue reading ‘Baby in a jar’ by Tania Hershman