I see life as an old comfortable
sweater or that quilt of mismatched
colors, a treasure I cannot
throw away even when it becomes
faded or no longer fits ... patchwork
memories and uneven seams
stitched with broken thread
are priceless, each a reminder
of love, of loss, of simply
living and making days count ...
frayed and unraveling edges
show worth of spirit, comfort
within imperfection ... but every
now and then I must take a long
look at it, shake out some of the
wrinkles, and mend a tear or two
or replace a button that's been lost
because old treasures need tending
just as lives do ... and I would like
to think that I only shook out
the wrinkles that mattered, those that
needed attention, leaving just enough
to remind me that life may not always
be good but it is life and it is mine
... to live, to embrace, to remember.
submitted into Tinyteddy's Back to the Basics Challenge
My word: wrinkles
By Myrna D.
© 2012 Myrna D.
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