Mending

Mending

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

Mending
by Michael R. Burch 
 
I am besieged with kindnesses;
sometimes I laugh,
delighted for a moment,
then resume
the more seemly occupation of my craft.
 
I do not taste the candies;
the perfume
of roses is uplifted
in a draft
that vanishes into the ceiling’s fans
 
that spin like old propellers
till the room
is full of ghostly bits of yarn ...
My task
is not to knit,
 
but not to end too soon.
 
Published by Poetry Super Highway and Poetry Life & Times

© 2019 Michael R. Burch


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Added on November 24, 2019
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Tags: 9-11, Heroism, Sacrifice, Survivors, Families, Sympathy