A Stitch in Time

My life is a patchwork quilt.
Borrowed bits and loose threads
From unexpected alliances
And found familial homesteads,
We sewed together in passing circles
Loyalty in the Sunday hymns
Sewing memories we knew
We wouldn’t wear again.
Stitching laughter, sipping lemonade,
Closing our eyes in the welcome breeze
Every new remnant represents
A new family tree.
Every limb gets a showing.
Nothing is lost in the seam.
My life, the patchwork quilt,
Sewn by sun and moonbeam,

Redeemed by stitches.