Holding More Than Pots
antiquated it sits
collecting dust amidst memories
threadbare piece of cloth
unraveling with time
I cleek it from the drawer
press it against my heart
then stare blankly at its threads
unraveling the years
I can almost see you
adept hands carefully knitting
each little thread in place
then carefully tying the knot
I grimace in pain
the writhe of my stomach
twisting about as I trace each thread
the same as the tears sketch my face
to hold you once more
in more than confine's of mind
seems as impossible
as tossing this tattered cloth
that brings me solace
through the threads of time
May 13, 2020
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2020
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