Are you forever sewing a community quilt/poem?
.
quilt sewn grandma, until
fingers bled needles,
made patches of life?
life's communities nothing more
patches.
1 patch needs ironing, 1 needs psychiatrist,
communities forever
patches.
grandma's quilts kept warm in frosts
of winter.
blood never spilled on quilts.
not grandma. wouldn't have been
derelict.
although using thimble, needles
still pierced old fingers.
life called her.
responded hours
of blood, dim light, life
did go on.
blackbird flies, blinded eyes?
.
. quilt sewn grandma, until fingers bled needles, made patches of life? life's communities nothing more patches. 1 patch needs ironing, 1 needs psychiatrist, communities forever patches. grandma's quilts kept warm in frosts of...
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