2 poems

by Sadie Kromm

till’ solace due us part

my inner child now

exists in a balmy

cottage filled with

harvested books,

lemon loaf, and

a fireplace that keeps

the baby hounds warm.

it is all handmade and

habitually preserved

by me.

I often weep knowing

that she feels safe

and will forever live

rent free.

the two ferns are now dancing

to those who mocked

me for resisting the

emotional poverty

of materialism,

you taught me that

big homes often feel

too cold, but smaller

homes preserve warmth.

and your hatred was

because you could never

fathom why I could ever

be so happy with so little.

Sadie Kromm is a wordsmith and visual artist who is homestead in Ontario. She has pen’d a collection of irresistible columns and hosted an audience, leading local pioneers in the arts and culture sector – particularly independent music. Sadie is now inscribing her own life’s tale about mental health, childhood trauma, kindliness, and her unique relationship with animals through the medium of poetry.