in my hands

The assignment was to create. Art has a way of making us feel something that’s hard to describe. Sometimes it helps describe things we feel.

 I have felt shame. So much shame. I feel other things now too, but sometimes the shame lingers.


It seems strange that a fish would make me feel something else but he did.



Feeling the papier-mâché heavy and wet in my hand made me feel sad.
My beautiful little fish was gone.
 Loving dogs, well -that makes sense to everyone. Loving a fish seems odd. At least to my husband.

I needed to create something from this tiny loss.
 Shaping a form in my hands was cathartic. Covering it with pansies, reverent.