Sewing myself together,
Like a crazy patchwork quilt,
With cloth from past and present
From which I will be built.
Random shapes and colors,
That I decide to save and use –
But little tangles get caught within
All the pieces that I choose.
So I lovingly continue
With this fabric, soft and warm
To gently remove the unwanted
And the scraps beautifully transform.
With each strip of fabric,
The quilt begins to grow,
And warmth can be felt
By those I come to know.
~ B. Biter