Stitching Together

There’s no fabric under the foot

and the machine isn’t plugged in.

It doesn’t need to be now.

She’s dreaming of her treadle

and the hand turned one.

Both dressed her

in her youth

cheaply

and sometimes 

eccentrically.

She reads a note from the past

a piece of paper

a tiny fragment

but full of awakened dreams.

She thinks of that girl

sitting there sewing

then.

And now

stitching together

pieces 

of a life

well lived

making

a patchwork

of her time.

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