and threadbare, and yet I still try
to use it to keep myself warm.
Today the wind is blustering
and I can feel each tear, each
cold spot where nothing is left.
I cannot stitch every stitch back.
I do not know what colors to use
and do not have enough thread.
My fingers cramp from trying
to hold the needle and my eyes
strain every moment.
My family is not a loom,
and it will never
be made of whole cloth.
~October 3, 2010
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