The Tailor of My Heart
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.”

