A needle of a
phone call.

Thread of a
script.

Soft nodding
of a teacher,

She gently
pieces old memories

Weaves through
the frayed edges

Honest desire,
sadness

Tender regret,
calm resolve

She calls and
catches the long lost end of the fabric.

Softly she
pulls the thread of her part.

But it seems
there is such a gaping hole.

How can she
make this new?

The edgy
conversation

Tears and
sighs pull the two sides closer.

Picking up
pieces with truth and listening,

The cloth of
love is slowly mended

A renewed
wardrobe of friendship

Fashioned step
by step,

She tailors a
family again.

ktk 2007