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A Patchwork

Life’s a patchwork

displayed in a frame,

spanning years stopped short

by weathered cloth

 

Patches stained red,

glorious births, broken hearts,

flower beds lined in ivy, weeded

and preened from Sunday’s best

 

Snippets of joy

from gowns deceased,

treasured pants, wool for winter,

old work made warm

 

Edged, frayed

tears, stained in the grain

bliss, the insulator

binding the layers

 

Thread, seeking out

Heirlooms and memories,

bound by practical choices

and holy thoughts

 

Patches, gathered like

crops for canning,

blended with gossip,

laughter and prayer

 

By steady hands of friends and family,

bearing needles like swords,

seaming tight the truth

for others to know.

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: https://www.pinterest.com/grizzard2173/denim-circle-quilt/

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