The Patchwork Quilt

October 25, 2010
My hands have sewn a patchwork quilt,
Each piece of fabric is beautiful,
Unique.
I join each piece with the needle--
--A pen---
Grasped between my fingers.
But my hands that bind
Then lose control,
The pieces join together,
With a will that's theirs, alone.
My hands may hold the pen that sews.
But their hands hold the strings.
And they're tied to mine.





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