I Sew, You Sew

Whenever I sew, I think of you.

Mending a pair of jeans this evening, I thought about when you learned to sew.

Your?art, and those skills, metamorphosed into the wings upon which your gift flies and has?for many years now.

I watched you leave the nest, testing fragile, tentative feathers, despite being smothered by a broken heart–topped with?disappointment from a door you wished had opened, but didn’t and wouldn’t.

You packed your own sunshine, and have carried it with you, wherever the journey has flown?you.

Whenever I think of you, I am joy.

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