I call my early childhood unvarnished–roughhewn
between the aftermath of WWII, the Korean War, poverty,
family separation and loss.
However, I find beauty in unvarnished life–turning a
shed into a home, making dresses out of rag and drift
wood into art–thus savoring slivers of varnished life.
Honest reflections in poetry form.
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