The Quilt
By Helen Barter
When we were young
We laid our pattern pieces together,
and matched the edges
Just for fun.
Agreed to leave the paper foundations in place
until all our blocks were sewn.
We enjoyed the prick and stitch of
Comparing our design to others.
We have survived the intervening years.
Our feelings for each other were pinned deep.
Other relationships haven't changed us;
We just weren't together.
Now my fingers are gnarled and my eyesight is poor.
The fabric begins to crumple and fray
where the edges have remain undefined.
I still treasure the thread that binds us.
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