The remnants are on the table

but they aren’t stirring fear……..I pick one up with excitement to join it with needle and thread…..

then something happens and it seems sort of queer

something inside is choosing the pieces and guiding my hands and a rag tag tapestry appears

the stitching isn’t masterful but the work has taken shape

what has evolved is a colorful blanket that somehow resembles my life

my tapestry is marked by the fabric of the events I have known and they wouldn’t please everyone  and some of the remnants are stained and torn

but looking them over a peace comes over me….. this is my life…… and I wouldn’t change a thing

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