Quilts
Sewn from what’s on hand,
Scraps of love, and comfort, and longing.
Each square tethered to the next
Like family at the table.
Threaded with tea and troubles.
Steeped in unspoken sorrows and sequestered joys.
These disembodied fabric versions of ourselves,
Linger over the dreams of our daughters and sons
In forms and memories
we might not always abide.
Published in Gravitas Dec 2019
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