Books, quotes, thoughts and words
mine and others’ are the patches
getting melded as one, to create me...
I am a patchwork quilt in making
silken threads have embroidered
velvety pieces of love and laughter
compassion and understanding;
and woolly ones of memories
there’s the twine that binds
shreds of broken dreams and heartaches
interlaced with the coarse yarn of strict discipline.
Somewhere the seams are smooth
in places the material feels abrasive;
where the cloth is too frayed to be sewn
fabric glue comes in handy so every
piece combines to make a whole
more patches will be added on
till my final goodbye;
you will find in me a chastener
my friend, as much as a comforter
