I began this postcard series to my grandmothers
from Derby to Dallwallinu and Castledare Nursing Home
The postcards? Recycled relics courtesy of the digital age.
Regular missives conveying fleeting moments from my day to day.
Gran put them on proud display
except the Bourgeois-inspired ones tucked in a drawer.
Nan send me a stencilled butterfly card she made in reply
glitter-sand sprinkles from a CWA senior citizens workshop.
In mint condition
they found their way back to me
when they passed
(bar one postage stamp snipped from the corner of a Rottnest memory)