Grandma's Threads
Thread becomes cloth;
Cloth is cut into pieces.
Pieces of the puzzle form a picture,
Remembering the past-
Tied to the present by a thread.
Grandma's dresses are cut into squares,
Sewn together, making a quilt,
Tied together by a thread.
I lie in bed, and look at the patches.
Each patch reflecting places in the heart,
Tied to cherished memories-
Tied together by a thread.
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