(for Sally Sellers)



Like a fading piece of cloth

I am a failure



No longer do I cover tables filled with food and laughter

My seams are frayed my hems falling my strength no longer able

To hold the hot and cold



I wish for those first days

When just woven I could keep water

From seeping through

Repelled stains with the tightness of my weave

Dazzled the sunlight with my 

Reflection



I grow old though pleased with my memories

The tasks I can no longer complete

Are balanced by the love of the tasks gone past



I offer no apology only

this plea: 



When I am frayed and strained and drizzle at the end

Please someone cut a square and put me in a quilt

That I might keep some child warm



And some old person with no one else to talk to

Will hear my whispers



And cuddle

near