Mending, that’s what my hands have been
struggling
with
my
hands, my eyes, my soul
all
failing me today
as
I mend holes in my hand braces,
I
mend a favorite shirt
my
favorite pool dress, favorites
of
all kinds
aware
of last night’s failings
when
at a meeting
sans
pant hems
shredding
my way
into
the rooms with blue shirt and black legs
worst
of all
sometimes
paraphrasing is all that’s left
when
you discover your
teeth
at home in a jar by the door
We seem to spend more and more time mending. I lose canes and eyeglasses. I often find the latter securely tucked away in my purse. But only when I have caused a frantic scene as I engage others in the hunt for the lost item.
ReplyDeleteOh, my...the teeth at the door is a real problem! Thanks for sharing your mending.
ReplyDeleteI am in awe of you!
ReplyDeleteI didn't realize how much time we would be spending on maintenance and finding things, glasses, words, whatever. Love how you keep on keeping on.
ReplyDeleteOh dear doesn't sound like a good day - from the sounds of it you are falling apart!
ReplyDeleteNever mind tomorrow's another say - I'm sure it will all come together then with no unravelled seams .
Cathy
Glad you can still sew. I can't thread a needle -- they seem to have two holes.
ReplyDeleteI misplace stuff all the time. There'll be a post one day about all the things I misplaced right after I had just found them again.
Darn-it!
ReplyDeleteOh dear ... but please pardon my snickering.
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