I’ve threaded the needle.
This fine new silk thread, is lovely on its own.
It will serve me well.
This patch is a big one; smaller than others.
But bigger than most.
I’ve chosen a pretty shade of crimson for this one.
The color I bleed.
Although fresh, it does blend well with the others.
I’m no seamstress, but I’ve become proficient.
I worried for a while, but I know I’ll be alright.
I can face the world with a smile.
This patch will do it’s job.
The heart’s resilient.
I’ll patch it one more time.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
Superb poem. Brava!
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Thank you!
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Are you ok?
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Oh Walt, I’m fine. Just writer’s creative imagination.
btw, I’m flattered you took it that way! Thanks for looking in on me! ❤ ❤ ❤
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Just me and my caring ☺💛
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful and so poignant poem.So many patches we put on our hearts.
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Thank you Megha!
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A very moving poem, Penny. The last few lines sum it up beautifully.
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Thank you!
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Excellent! 🙂
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Thank you!
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