first mangled toys, lost game pieces, missing
cards, then bungled knitting, fallen
cakes, buttons that won’t
stay sewn. Relationships as well
break down: harsh words can’t
be unsaid; candor cools lifelong alliances.
At first, I never tried to fix such breaks,
just moved on, hoping for better luck.
Now, buried in the drifts of what
I’ve left behind, I turn to mending.
From the drain, I extract
a lost earring, from a pile
of papers a letter I meant to send
but never did. I apologize
for everything I said or didn’t,
for not expressing what I felt
or speaking when I shouldn’t have.
With these small gestures, let me
mend the past, repair the world.
Take care of yourself!
Thanks so much for sharing my poem! As it turns out, my husband tested positive for COVID, so I can’t go sing in the choir. I will have to watch it on livestream.
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