You come with needle and thread in hand
could you be the tailor of my heart
here to mend that which has been
torn
ripped
stretched too far
the seams tattered
frazzled
and split
worn down to nothing in some spots
like a child’s beloved teddy bear
tell me it’s not beyond repair
whisper in my ear,
“I can patch this with kisses, and kindnesses, and make it look new again.”
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So very well written, and so very true.
Thanks Ned!! I still remain hopeful that man will show up with that metaphorical needle and thread. 🙂
It’s bittersweet. Reminds me of someone I used to know.
Sounds like maybe you need to find a new seamstress.
Not me. Someone who left everything behind. Including family.
Glad it isn’t you. 🙂
Thanks.