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
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Truth!!!
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