A Tattered and Fraying Fabric Revised
Curled up in a comfy chair,
a shoe box filled with years
of captured memories in her lap;
memories of motherhood - so bitter sweet.
Her smile turns down -
the wet of her sadness drips from her face.
The chair gives her no comfort
for the paper images in the box
screams the truth of what was and what is.
Sadly; her once tightly woven fabric
weaved unconditionally, thread by thread
with bare hands and God's help,
is now...tattered and fraying,
never to be restored to what it once was.
And missing from this tattered and fraying fabric
is a unique and vital thread,
a thread that can never be replaced.
So bitter out weighs the sweet.
Captured memories are stored away.
Head in hands she prays....desperately she prays....
that what remains of this fabric can be salvaged.
Copyright © Joanmarie Peranteau | Year Posted 2014
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