And Sew to Bed
by Joanne Fox
With thimbled dreams I mend the day,
Patch blue silk over hours worn thin,
Take a skein of red for danger,
Darn holes where foolish words fell in,
Things left undone, I fasten tight
With bright buttons (mother-of-pearl),
Snip the tag marked worry that nagged
And snagged my lightly threaded world.
Yarn that regrets made coarse and catch
Now flows as smooth as angels’ hair,
No hope too frayed, no love too torn
That my stitches cannot repair.
Nights see my silver scissors fly,
Loose ends woven, mistakes unknit.
Darkness draws my dream about me
To make the day a perfect fit.
©2010 Joanne Fox
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